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.

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

briefly before

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

With that, Cherise

could be – she came from a poor family in

and came from wealthy families. However, they were brutally assassinated the night before the wedding.

insignificant for others to bother about her, or she was

lost in thought, the bathroom door was opened. He was momentarily stunned when he lifted his eyes to see the petite woman walk out of the

her lengthy, black hair, with a few strands hanging above her collarbones. The towel wrapping her

were neatly arranged in the suitcase. She took out a white

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

to the bathroom. She assisted him into the bathroom and started removing his shirt. Through the thick steam,

concentrated with her head lowered. Her clear eyes showed no trace of emotions.

the underwear was left, Cherise pulled back her

of mischief in his eyes. “You

right.” Cherise turned away

woman really dumb, or is she putting on an

into the bathtub as if she had not seen his naked

to calm down before

“Mm-hmm.”

tucked her hair behind her ears and turned around to rummage through the

twitched, surprised that she actually planned to bathe him