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 what about

of it myself for

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

swollen ankle and shook his head

first aid kit, delicately applied ointment, and pasted a medicated plaster on her ankle. “Rest

that, he pressed her onto the bed and turned around to leave.

him with her uninjured foot.

could help

focusing his gaze on her. “Are

nodded vigorously. “Without a doubt!”

Cherise a pair of slippers at the door. Then he headed out, carrying Cherise to

in shock. “Are…are you planning to carry

I let you limp your way

at the Lenoir Group

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