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.”

lips. “But

care of it myself for now.”.

you do that!” Cherise pouted. She declared insistently,

swollen ankle and shook his head helplessly. He immediately

delicately applied ointment, and pasted

saying that, he pressed her onto the bed

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

working a day earlier, she could help him sooner, and he would not be so exhausted.

around, focusing his gaze on

vigorously. “Without a doubt!”

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

looked at him in shock. “Are…are you planning

you

car soon arrived at the

a sprain. I just need to rest for a while!”