My Blind Husband

The evidence was undeniable that he’d often looked the other way when Gwenn deliberately schemed and harmed her.

Cherise understood Damien was trying to protect her, doing what he thought was right. But as a daughter, she couldn’t bear the thought of Beckham being heartbroken.

So, she glared at Damien, eyes blazing. “So, you said you’ll take whatever punishment I throw at you. Right?”

Cherise glared, fists clenched. She took a shaky breath, then clamped down on the finger Damien had teasingly placed on her lips.

She chomped, expecting a yell, but he just met her gaze, unfazed.

Finally, when her jaw got tired, Cherise released him.

He even held out another finger playfully, “Fancy another bite? Just for balance?”

Caught off guard, Cherise blurted, “Don’t you feel anything?”

“Nope. Much prefer kisses from

Cherise flustered. Looking at the deep teeth marks on his finger,

to bite him hard enough to make him yelp, but this damn iron-willed man wouldn’t budge! Seeing Damien

Damien, guilt gnawing at her. “Why didn’t you yell

with mischief. “Tough guys, don’t cry, my

sound! Even just a groan or something,” she whined, cradled his hand, blowing softly on the bite mark. “It must’ve hurt like

her close. “Funny you should ask,” he

might take a playful bite, so I braced myself. And besides…” His breath tickled her ear as he

her finger like that, she’d be a puddle of tears! But Damien, just a chuckle and a reassuring squeeze. This guy, he

injury. “Ugh, that

scoffed, “Nah, barely feels

sting! We need to get you patched up, like, now!” She took a deep breath and added, “Oh, and bandages, maybe some medicine,

watched her flustered worry, and a small smile