Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

She spoke confidently and assertively, yet Damien sensed a tenderness within her. He offered Cherise a rueful smile. “But I’ve already arranged so much…” The fatigue in Damien’s eyes was evident, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t care about your plans. Today, you need to rest in bed!” Cherise insisted gently, casing him back onto the bed. “Delay the tasks that can wait. As for the urgent tasks…” She paused, chewing on her lip. “Tll handle them!”

He managed a faint smile, his eyes betraying his exhaustion as he looked up at her in exasperation. You may not be able to manage it all.

“How dare you say that?” Cherise countered, tucking his arms back under the covers. I’ll prove it to you today! Even if I’ve lost my memory. I’m still your steadfast ally, fully capable of supporting you!”

Damien glanced at her, a touch of surprise flickering in his eyes. He remembered when Cherise had expressed her eagerness to assist at the company, mentioning her aspiration to become his right-hand woman. “Alright,” he agreed after a brief pause, a smile forming on his lips. “Today, I’ll lean on you, Mrs. Lenoir.

Cherise nodded confidently. “You get some

into the covers and finally closing his eyes in

for Mr. Hampson to keep a vigilant eye on Damien. “If Damien stirs, make him go back to bed. And if he makes a fuss, don’t hesitate to contact me! she commanded. Mr. Hampson settled into a chair beside Damien dutifully, his gaze

your email. Please check it promptly and respond. A frown creased her

paragon of virtue in the corridors of Cherise’s memories. He was gentle, kind, and intellectually astute. He was

provided her with study materials for her SATs and encouraged her to strive for excellence. In those moments, she had harbored aspirations of emulating his