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.

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

hesitated briefly

after promising Peter Lenoir, Damien’s grandfather, to marry Damien. It was natural for a wife to bathe her

With that, Cherise went into the

he watched Cherise disappear. In fact, he had sent his men to investigate her. The woman’s background was as simple as it could be – she came from a poor family in a village and was willing to marry an infamous jinx like him for the sake of her grandmother’s medical

were socialites in Adania and came from wealthy families. However, they were brutally assassinated the

for others to

when

water vapor dampened her lengthy, black hair, with a few strands hanging above her collarbones. The towel wrapping her body was wet and stuck to her skin,

a moment.” Cherise crouched down to pull out her suitcase from beneath the bed. Her clothes were neatly arranged in the suitcase. She took out a white lace sleepwear

on a different meaning in Damien’s

assisted him into the bathroom and

no trace of emotions.

and blouse, then… When only the underwear was left, Cherise pulled back her hand hesitantly.

with a tinge of mischief in his eyes.

right.” Cherise turned away and reached out her

really dumb, or is she

helped Damien into the bathtub as if she had

to calm down before asking

“Mm-hmm.”

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

surprised that she actually planned to bathe him