My Blind Husband

Sebastian stood still, his gaze fixed on Cherise’s departing figure, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. As he watched her walk away, he couldn’t help but squint slightly, silently clenching his hands by his side.

She seemed much calmer and more composed than he had imagined. Her demeanor exuded maturity.

Yet, despite her newfound poise, Sebastian yearned for the carefree version of her that he had known in the past.

Upon returning home, Cherise dedicated three hours to preparing dinner for the evening.

Frances, her loyal assistant, smiled, “If Mr. Lenoir knew that you had prepared such a feast for him, he would undoubtedly be overjoyed!”

“Lately, Mr. Lenoir has been preoccupied with the company’s affairs… Tonight, he will surely wear a smile on his face!”

As Cherise placed the final pierogis into the pot, a sense of concern crept over her. She turned to Frances and asked, “Has he been troubled recently?”

Why hadn’t she noticed?

In theory, since she slept beside him daily, she should have been acutely aware of his mood and emotions more than anyone else.

despite their proximity, she had never sensed any signs of worry or distress on his

Lenoir, you wouldn’t

extremely busy lately, with

fears that his concerns would burden you, so whenever you’re around, he holds you close with a smile.“/

when he is alone, his aura becomes quite oppressive…”

the company that were allocated to Raymond and Tristan were determined by Old Mr. Lenoir before his passing, and he cannot intervene, which is why

that the Lenoir Group will soon

what I said may not be entirely accurate. I only overheard it from Mr. Kolson and

intently at the boiling pierogis in the pot, feeling

suppressing his own troubles to prevent

only she could assist him with

why hasn’t Dad

pleading look, she turned her dark eyes

eat yet?”