My Blind Husband

“If not, then who?”

Yolanda chuckled softly. “Is there another Mrs. Lenoir here?”

Heather looked at Cherise in shock.

Cherise subtly signaled a countermeasure.

Though nervous, Heather smiled at Yolanda, following Cherise’s lead. “Miss, may I ask who you are and your name?”

“What right do you have to accuse me? Damien… since he is my husband, if I want him to wait, he has to wait. If I don’t want him to wait, he doesn’t have to wait. This is a matter between a husband and wife. Who are you to interfere?”

Heather knew Cherise wasn’t skilled in arguing, so she stood up for her friend.

Damien shook his head, crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall, watching the scene with amusement. Occasionally, he even gave Cherise an innocent look.

a long bench in the corridor, examining her sprained

Although angry, she felt a sense

she

all these years, Cherise still had this

away if she was as beautiful and elegant as her

lips, smiled, and continued to confront Heather. “Of course, I have no right to interfere in your lives. I’m

Lenoir only has you in his heart, so it’s

day… Mr. Lenoir meets a more exceptional woman. Behaving like this will only make him

that, Yolanda flirtatiously glanced back at Damien. “Mr.

seemingly oblivious to Yolanda’s words. When he finally heard her addressing him, he furrowed his brows lightly. and replied, “Hmm,” before striding over Cherise and cradling her injured

to attend to the woman

long as Damien showed concern for other women, it would prove that

Heather. “You see, Damien said so. Mrs. Lenoir,