My Blind Husband

Candace furrowed her brow, tapping her hands on her thighs.

Meanwhile, Cherise lowered her head, delicately playing with a pen. Little did she know, the pen belonged to Damien and was worth millions.

Cherise had no inkling of its value; she simply found it visually appealing. She twirled the pen around, idly toying with it from different angles.

Once Lennon finished reading the five-page document, Cherise opened the pen and glanced at him. “Can I start writing now?”

Lennon nodded. “Yes, go ahead.”

Cherise took the A4 paper handed to her by Damien and began carefully writing each word and sentence.

Meanwhile, Candace was far from at ease.

Despite her confidence in her remarkable memory, she hadn’t anticipated Lennon uncovering such a complex and obscure document. Five pages devoured in one go! How could she possibly recall it all? She wasn’t some memory prodigy!

Cherise, who was writing quietly beside her,

she could only catch a glimpse of Cherise’s profile-attentive

Damien liked her so much,” she

off such distracting thoughts. It wasn’t the time for distractions. She refocused on the document Lennon had just reviewed, diligently

groove and put

all five pages of her A4

to transcribe everything so quickly? And did the page count match

out, “This is

doctor unfamiliar with the document’s subject matter, could

confidence surged with this

so hastily, almost as if you weren’t paying attention. This is a memory challenge, you know. You’re supposed to replicate