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 about

take care of it

can’t let you do that!” Cherise pouted. She declared insistently, “I’m fine! Let’s

and shook his head helplessly. He immediately carried

applied ointment, and pasted a medicated plaster on

onto the bed and turned around to

over to him with her uninjured foot. “I

day earlier, she could help him

focusing his gaze on

She nodded vigorously. “Without a doubt!”

He instructed Frances to get Cherise a pair of

“Are…are you planning to carry me to the

let you limp

at the Lenoir

by myself It’s only a sprain. I just need to rest