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.”

against his chest with pursed lips, feeling

Frances busied herself with packing Cherise and Damien’s belongings, stuffing three or four oversized suitcases to the brim. “I specifically told you not to pack Mrs. Lenoir’s silk dresses!”

chided the servants beside her as she 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

the woman reprimanding the young servants. “Frances.” Cherise wrinkled her brow, approaching

are your packed suitcases!” Frances quickly stood up upon Cherise’s return, offering a smile. “Mrs. Lenoir, have you forgotten? You were supposed to go to Shawbury today.

“Do we… really have to go?” She had intended to revisit Shawbury to reclaim her memories, especially those involving Ian from their high school

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