Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

As the discussion drew to a close, Lennon prepared to depart when Alexis, clad in the white sportswear provided by Cherise, hurried downstairs to summon Damien. “Damien, Cherise wants you upstairs!”

Damien arched an eyebrow inquisitively. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“She found a commemorative album and wants to discuss some things from the past with you,” Alexis explained.

Raising an eyebrow, Damien sensed the significance behind Cherise’s mention of the commemorative album.

Damien agreed to go upstairs. “Alright, I’ll head up now,” he said, turning to Lennon with an apologetic nod. “Sorry, I have something to attend to. I won’t be able to see you off.”

Lennon waved off the apology. “No problem, go ahead.”

As Damien ascended the stairs, Lennon couldn’t help but notice Cherise’s adopted child leaning against the railing and staring at him intently.

Frowning slightly, Lennon addressed the child. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Alexis didn’t hesitate to express his disdain for Lennon. “I think you’re ugly,” he declared bluntly.

“Compared to Damien, you’re much uglier.”

The straightforward insult took Lennon aback.

child staying here

left him speechless and uncertain

him, “Do you think I

stuck out his tongue defiantly. “Pfft, I bet you

Cherise are really amazing!”

remained silent, his anger

provoked, and he didn’t expect it to

Alexis. “They won’t always be around. When I get the chance, I will make you regret

continued to make faces at Lennon

turned away, feeling

began softly, holding the photo album tenderly, “is a

Damien cradled Cherise as he slowly recounted the contents of the photo

her gaze fixed on each image as Damien narrated

in a wedding dress? Is this our wedding?” she exclaimed excitedly when they reached

the dress and remarked, “I looked so

eyes lingering on

on her wedding dress before

the event, marred by bloodshed, prevented them from taking a harmonious photo together.