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.

any signs of worry or distress

sighed knowingly, “Mrs. Lenoir, you wouldn’t have

Lenoir mentioned that you have been extremely busy lately, with

so whenever you’re

Lenoir, is that when he

a difficult situation. The shares of 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 they were

the company is worried, speculating that the Lenoir Group will soon be

throat, “But what I said

pursed her lips and stared intently at the boiling pierogis in the pot, feeling like Pandora’s box had been opened in her heart.

been suppressing his own troubles to prevent her from feeling sad

assist him with

why hasn’t Dad

the table, her stomach grumbling audibly. With a pleading look, she

eat yet?”