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.”

“But what about your work…”

take care of it

Cherise pouted. She

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

a first aid kit, delicately applied ointment, and

onto the bed and turned

her uninjured foot. “I work with my brain and hands, not my feet! Lwant to go to

could help him sooner, and

around, focusing his gaze on

nodded vigorously. “Without

picked her up. He instructed Frances to get Cherise a pair of slippers at the door. Then he headed out, carrying Cherise to

shock. “Are…are you planning

course. Should I let you limp your way

soon arrived at the Lenoir Group entrance.

by myself It’s only a sprain.