My Blind Husband

Cherise had just taken a step when a resounding crash followed. Her exquisite makeup made intimate contact with the carpet.

‘Hiss!’

As she began to struggle, a pair of large hands gently pulled her up.

“Be careful.” Damien helped her up and examined her reddened ankle. “Can you still walk?”

Cherise gritted her teeth and stubbornly took a step. “Ouch…”

Damien chuckled helplessly, squatting down to remove her high heels. “You shouldn’t wear these high heels when you’re not used to them. The children and I will be sad if you get hurt.”

Cherise blushed with embarrassment. “I thought…” *

She had noticed that the female employees in his company all wore stilettos like these, and she thought that wearing stilettos might make her look more professional.

However, she did not expect to be so clumsy and sprained her foot before leaving the house.

“Don’t go to work today.” Damien lifted her. “You should rest at home first.”

pursed her lips. “But what

care of it myself for

do that!” Cherise pouted. She declared insistently, “I’m fine! Let’s go

at her swollen ankle and shook his head helplessly. He immediately

he fetched a first aid kit, delicately applied ointment, and pasted a

her onto the bed

to him with her uninjured foot. “I work with my brain and hands, not

could start working a day earlier, she could help

gaze on her. “Are you sure?”

nodded vigorously. “Without

so stubborn.” Damien sighed and picked her up. He instructed Frances to get Cherise a pair of slippers

him in shock. “Are…are you planning to

you limp your way

at the Lenoir Group entrance.

sprain. I just need to rest