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…”

care of it myself for now.”.

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

head helplessly. He immediately carried her back to

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

the bed and turned around to

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

a day earlier, she could help him sooner, and he would not be

focusing his gaze on her.

vigorously.

a pair

shock. “Are…are you planning to carry

let you limp your

arrived at the Lenoir

can walk by myself It’s only a sprain. I just need