Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“He told me he expected you to be upset and berate him at most,” Damien explained calmly. “But if he hadn’t informed me and something happened to you he’d face more than just my wrath.”

Cherise fell silent, begrudgingly acknowledging what Damien had said. “And what about dad?”

“He was meant to arrive today,” Damien replied, gently embracing her. “It wasn’t easy to deal with him. either. I only informed him about your amnesia yesterday, and he rushed over today.”

Cherise pressed her lips together. “Sadly…” It was unfortunate that she couldn’t recall her dad at all now. Even if she couldn’t remember him, she could sense how much her dad cherished her, judging from Beckham’s protective stance while ‘confronting Sebastian.

“Don’t worry,” Damien reassured her, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sure Father won’t hold it against you.”

resting against his chest with pursed lips, feeling a subtle unease in her

up to Lenoir Manor. Inside, Frances busied herself with packing Cherise and Damien’s belongings, stuffing three or four oversized

crouched on the floor, pulling clothes from the stuffed suitcases. “This won’t do either! It’s already autumn, and these clothes are too thin. The countryside is chillier, so they need thicker garments. Put away the thin ones! And this…”

she entered the house catching the woman reprimanding the young servants. “Frances.” Cherise

offering a smile. “Mrs. Lenoir, have you forgotten? You were supposed to go to

revisit Shawbury to reclaim her memories, especially those involving Ian from their high school days since he was the only person she remembered.

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