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.

a disapproving glance. “This is not the time to be distracted. The company is in a mess, yet as soon as Cherise

and Lucy’s relationship won’t progress in the short term, you might as well put all your energy into work. I’m different from you. I

wanted to punch Damien

it really necessary for him to flaunt his married

restrained himself

in Adania today. Besides acquiring the shares Tristan discarded,

was no response from Damien, only silence,

frowned and instinctively looked up, only to find that he

car. He picked up Serafina, held