My Blind Husband

Chapter 237 I Don’t Want to Be President

Damien glanced at the cell phone. “It isn’t time yet.”

Cherise looked up at him, perplexed. “What do you mean?”

The man pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. “This matter has yet to evolve into its final stage.”

“I’ve never liked to fight unnecessary wars.”

Cherise lifted her hands and put them around his neck. Her dark, large eyes looked at him as she blinked. “I still don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to.”

The man reached out to tap her nose. “But there’s been trouble brewing at the company lately.”

Damien raised his hands to squeeze her soft cheeks. “Uncle Raymond tampered with that batch of goods. I’m going on a business trip to the neighboring town tomorrow to find a suitable factory for subcontract work.”

Although Cherise couldn’t grasp business dealings much, she evidently understood what he

meant.

problem with the project that Raymond and Tristan had discussed with Damien

lips. “Is the

“No.”

smiled and stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, Ms. Shaw. I’ll ensure you can manage the

She looked at him

was sensible and immediately transferred his company to Cherise’s name when he saw that

wouldn’t raise difficult questions. On the other hand, he had

father that Cressa had yet to be punished severely even after she had done so many bad

Cherise. But actually… he was just returning it to

1/3

squeezed her face. “Even if he returned the company to the rightful owner. you’re the

her lips together. “Actually, I

want to be a

aloud the thoughts in

originally planned on giving

president for a

lips and

so Damien didn’t let her stay up too late. He carried her upstairs at nine o’clock

shower, the man gently placed her on the

looked up at him pitifully. “I’m