My Blind Husband

“Uhm… should I undress and get on the bed first or… help you undress first?” Cherise Shaw asked cautiously, standing at the bathroom door with her body wrapped in a towel.

It was her wedding night.

The wheelchair-bound man, who was blindfolded with black silk, would be her husband from now on.

This was her first time seeing him in person, and he was more good-looking than in pictures. The man had distinct facial features, with a sharp nose and thick eyebrows. His tall and slender figure matched the image of Cherise’s dream man. But alas, he was a disabled, blind man.

Some accused Damien Lenoir of being a jinx, causing his parents to pass away when he was nine and his elder sister’s demise when he was thirteen. Not only that, his three fiancées passed away one after another.

When she first heard the rumors, Cherise was intimidated, but her uncle, Elvis Shaw, claimed the Lenoir family would fund her grandmother, Mary Dawson’s treatment. For the sake of Mary, she was willing to take the risks.

Perceiving no response from Damien, Cherise thought he didn’t hear her, so she repeated her question.

“Ha! Do you know who I am?” The aloof man slowly removed the black silk and glanced at Cherise coldly.

His gaze was so cold that Cherise instinctively shivered, but she soon comforted herself not to be afraid. He was a blind man, after all! Nonetheless, she was surprised to perceive such a profound gaze from a blind man.

Cherise had not seen a blind man, so she wasn’t sure, but she answered him honestly. “I know.”

Damien frowned. “Aren’t you afraid of death?”

He looked more composed and intimidating after the blindfold was removed.

Cherise’s heart was pounding. “No. We’re indebted to you because you saved Grandma. I’ll keep my promise to bear you children and care for you for a lifetime!” Staring at Damien, she declared firmly with a serious look on her delicate face.

her for a moment before letting out a sarcastic laugh. “Well, then. Help me

hesitated briefly

had not regretted it after promising Peter Lenoir, Damien’s grandfather, to marry Damien. It was natural for a wife to bathe

get the bath ready.” With that,

had sent his men to investigate her. The woman’s background was as simple as it could be – she came from a poor

had three fiancées, all of which were socialites in Adania and came from wealthy families. However, they were brutally assassinated the night before the wedding. To his

for others to bother about her,

was opened. He was momentarily stunned when he lifted his eyes to see the petite woman walk out of the steamy

a few strands hanging above her collarbones. The towel wrapping her body was wet and stuck

from beneath the bed. Her clothes were neatly arranged in the suitcase. She took out a white

the innocent act took on a different meaning in Damien’s eyes.

walked up to Damien and wheeled him to the bathroom. She assisted him into the bathroom and started removing his shirt. Through the thick steam, Damien looked at

head lowered. Her clear eyes showed no trace of emotions. She was so focused, as if she was

the underwear was left, Cherise pulled back her

with a tinge of mischief in his eyes. “You can’t bathe thoroughly without

away and

was startled. Staring coldly at her focused look, he furrowed his brows. Is this woman really dumb, or is she putting on an

the bathtub.” Cherise carefully helped Damien into the bathtub as

down before asking Damien, “You’re tolerant of

“Mm-hmm.”

ears and turned around to rummage through the cabinet. Moments later, she returned with

twitched, surprised that she actually planned to bathe him on their wedding