Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“You’re neither embarrassing nor melodramatic. I’m grateful you’re speaking from your heart, Damien assured Cherise, his hand tenderly stroking her head. “Regardless if you’ve regained your memories, you’ll always be my beloved Cherise. Her personality her endearing quirks, and her reliance on him remained unchanged.

“However,” Damien continued, lifting her chin to meet his gaze, “If you want me to commit to sleeping beside you every night in the future, it comes with a condition. You must agree to my condition before I agree to yours.”

Cherise’s heart clenched. “What is it?” she inquired anxiously.

With a gentle smile, Damien retrieved the razor from the sink and offered it to Cherise. This,” he replied cryptically.

Cherise was dumbstruck, her eyes widening in surprise. “Why don’t you do this yourself…” she mumbled incredulously. She scrutinized the razor in her hand, her hesitation palpable as she pressed her lips together. Despite her former proficiency as a surgeon, the notion of wielding the razor on Damien’s face filled her with trepidation. He was Lenoir Group’s president and a prominent figure in Adania.

The possibility of accidentally causing him harm and resulting in a scar that would mar his dignity loomed large in her mind. And the thought of the embarrassment that would ensue if it known that his wife had inflicted such an injury while shaving him… It was unthinkable, me

the razor felt like a red-hot coal in her hand. Cherise hastily threw the razor to the

grasp. Damien’s dark, unwavering eyes bore into her, making it impossible for her to refuse. “Mrs.

unwavering gaze, Cherise reluctantly retrieved the razor. “Don’t blame me if I accidentally nick you,” she

nodded in

a deep breath, her brow furrowing in concentration. With hi being significantly taller than her, shaving him would require her

climbed onto it wh holding the razor. His lips curled up at the sight. He obediently moved closer, reaching out to grab he slender waist, mindful of keeping her steady. This

as she

with a faint smile, tilting his head back as requested. “Please be gentle with me, Mrs. Lenoir.”

on the electric razor, and was about to carefully shave his stubble.