My Blind Husband

“Family matters? What’s the latest family drama?” Charles’ voice resonated through the phone

Damien chuckled, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he skillfully chopped vegetables. “Nothing too exciting, just preparing some food for my father-in-law and the gang, keeping myself occupied.”

Charles, on the other end, spluttered. “You… you’re cooking?” he stammered. “Since when? But you told me you couldn’t even boil water when I asked you to make dinner forMacve!”

Damien flashed a teasing grin. “Nope, wife-only policy, just like your sister-only rule with cooking. You have hands and feet, buddy, so cook for your own lady.”

He ended the call before Charles could respond.

On the other end, Charles stared at his phone, mouth agape. So Damien wasn’t helpless in the kitchen. He was just pretending! Because Charles, with his perfectly capable hands and feet, should be cooking for his wife, Maeve. Damien might love his sister, but family ties didn’t extend to the kitchen in his world, apparently!

furrowing her brow as she saw

later, he’s busy.” Charles turned to Maeve, frustration

Beckham! The same guy who refused to cook me a simple

daughter with one hand and looked up at

consider catering to Cherise’s every

isn’t he? Remember when you first met Dame? You told me he was distant, cold towards the world, and destined to be alone. Now look at him, preparing gourmet meals for his

her. “He has always been this cold, reserved guy. Although I wasn’t around much then, Grandpa always nagged about Dame’s personality, saying making friends for him would be like climbing

when even Macve spoke up for

doubt gnawed at him. Could he really be

he’s making dinner for Cherise and her dad, then turns around and gives me a hard time about pasta! Aren’t you even