My Blind Husband

“The Lenoirs are here?” Cherise’s eyebrows shot up like startled sparrows.

With no time to ponder, she followed Syatt like a shadow.

Zooming past the wards, she caught a fleeting glimpse of Lyra, her eyes swollen, emerging from one. Cherise didn’t give it much thought; after all, this girl was overly dramatic, shedding tears over the most trivial things.

Entering Raymond’s ward alongside Syatt, Cherise encountered a bustling corridor.

There was Maeve, slumped on a bench with Charles nervously buzzing around like a concerned bee. And Tristan, head hung low with shoulders slumped, stood nearby. On the opposite side, Damien brooded like a raincloud, surrounded by some of the loyal servants of the Lenoir family.

epitome of nonchalance, tapped away on her phone, probably indulging in some

he stammered with a nervous grin. “I’m so glad you made it. Can you… uh, talk

her gaze sweeping the room. With a slow smile, she settled next to Damien, taking his cold hand in hers.

him to spare my father.” Tristan’s voice rasped from the

said while meeting Cherise’s gaze. His face bore the marks of time and

“Cherry, you should understand where I’m coming from. Raymond Lenoir is my dad. I know he messed up and deserves some punishment. I promise that once I bring him

a fancy title or a hefty paycheck. I simply put in the hours, day after day. I might not be an outstanding performer; perhaps I stumbled a bit, but no one can say I didn’t give it my all. I’m ready to keep working for Damien until I retire, until my last breath… I just hope you and Damien would be willing to spare

shifting to Damien’s somber face. Her mind grappled with the weight of the request.