My Blind Husband

Cherise stood still, pursing her lips, before exiting the airport with her children and getting into the car Damien had arranged for them.

Little did she know, there was a black extended Lincoln car parked nearby. Inside the car, a man dressed in black with a cold demeanor swirled red wine in his glass. His gaze, like that of a predator observing its prey, was fixed on the direction Cherise had left.

After a while, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He muttered, “Cherise, it’s been over a decade, but you haven’t changed.”

Then, he glanced down at the file on the low table in front of him. It was a document–a dossier about Damien.

The man sipped his wine and smiled. “What right does that Lenoir guy have to compete for a woman with me? Ten years ago, I claimed Cherise as mine. No one can take her away from me.”

When Cherise and the children returned to Lenoir Manor, Damien was discussing recent work matters with Lennon in the study.

Seeing the car stop outside, Damien stretched lazily. “Let’s call it a day,” he suggested.

not the time to be distracted. The company is in

your energy into work. I’m different from you. I have a

He wanted to punch Damien right then

really necessary for him to flaunt his married life

himself

phone screen and said solemnly, “Mr. Weiss of the Weiss family arrived in Adania today. Besides acquiring the shares Tristan discarded, he

there was no response from Damien,

that he was

eyes in frustration and glanced out of the window. Damien had already reached Cherise’s car. He picked up Serafina, held Cherise’s hand, and walked towards the villa with her, chatting and laughing.