My Blind Husband

“It was Mr. Belcourt!” someone blurted out, shaking his head helplessly. “He’s got a temper like a volcano! Apart from the president, nobody in the company dares to cross him!”

“Mr. Dultch came up with this weird idea to test the temper of every big shot in the company.

guess who’s Supposed to help us figure out who to handle with kid gloves when assigning tasks… and the most untouchable? Yep, Mr. Belcourt…”

Before the person could finish, Mr. Dultch glared and shooed him away. “Get back to work! Mrs. Lenoir, don’t pay attention to his rambling.”

Cherise was floored by their bizarre logic. “So… your test concludes that I’m cool as a cucumber, huh?”

Mr. Dultch grinned. “Yep, you’ve got quite the cool head. But don’t worry, we’ll do our best not to ruffle your feathers…”

Cherise was left speechless. She had unwittingly discovered such a peculiar department existed in Damien’s company!

HR, it was already eleven in the

in holding the thick employee code of conduct given by Mr.

sound of the door, he glanced up with a smile. The HR are a bunch of

arms onto the office desk. “Can you believe it? Each of them insisted on getting my autograph. And after I obliged, they had the

efforts seemed wasted, leaving her

as he guided her to the nearby sofa. As he eased off her shoes, he added casually, “Mr. Dultch can be a bit mischievous. But honestly,

around, who’d dare to mess with you?” His warm hand gently massaged her swollen ankle, injured earlier that

silent, and her lips

giving you grief?” The man’s eyes flicked to her swollen ankle, concern evident in his voice.

she could say more, a knock interrupted

bring these documents to you,” a voice outside the