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!

as she saw Charles’s frown. She gently patted the little girl

we’ll talk later, he’s busy.” Charles turned to

The same guy who refused to cook me a simple pasta dish! I guess love triumphs over friendship for

sleeping daughter with one hand and looked up

eyebrows shot up. “Good? You consider catering to Cherise’s

first met Dame? You told me he was distant, cold towards

always nagged about Dame’s personality, saying making friends for him would be like climbing Mount Everest in flip- flops. But then Cherry came along and brought normalcy into Dame’s life. And now

betrayed when even Macve spoke

it,” he mumbled, but doubt gnawed at him. Could

Maeve a helpless look. “But he’s making dinner for Cherise and her dad, then turns around and gives me a hard time about pasta! Aren’t you even slightly