My Blind Husband

Cherise remained silent.

This man had become so skilled at sweet–talking!

In the presidential suite of a five–star hotel in Adania.

A loud “bang” echoed as the expensive, diamond–studded phone was violently thrown to the ground.

Yolanda clenched her fists in anger, her eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

Cherise returned home without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep.

It felt like she was a small boat in the sea, carried along by Damien’s tumultuous waves.

The following day, she luxuriously slept until noon.

At noon, Cherise was abruptly awakened by the sunlight streaming into her room.

As she glanced outside at the bright sunshine, a wave of chaos swept over her heart.

The next moment, she retrieved her phone and glanced at the screen.

Immediately, the entire manor resonated with the enraged voice of a woman, “Late for work again!!!”

at her new job, yet she slept until

facing the same scenario on her second day, she felt a growing

request time off and explain her tardiness to her colleagues, especially the gossiping

her coworkers and providing

Heather’s voice came through the phone, “Cherise, are you not

asked if you could come in for the afternoon,” Heather relayed over

not up to it, he

at a loss for words.

“This sick leave…”

Damien managed to sway the people at the research institute.

more pressing concern crossed

was burned yesterday, and the doctor advised her to rest for a few days. How could she have sustained such an injury

body even handle

“It’s nothing.”

seemingly catching on to Cherise’s unease. “Just a minor injury. Work

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an inch. I’ll be over in an

other end, her tone wary. “Cherise, forget it.”

be

“Forget what?”