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.

their proximity, she had never sensed any signs of worry or

knowingly, “Mrs. Lenoir, you

Lenoir mentioned that you have been extremely busy lately, with numerous matters demanding

concerns would burden you, so whenever you’re around, he

Mrs. Lenoir, is that when he is alone, his aura

actually facing 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 able to

worried, speculating that the Lenoir Group

I said may

stared intently at the boiling pierogis in the pot, feeling like Pandora’s box had been opened in her

to prevent

only she could assist

hasn’t Dad come back yet?”

a pleading look, she turned her dark eyes towards Cherise.

eat