My Blind Husband

The young man entered the room, his anxiety palpable as he placed the documents on the desk before Damien.

He was eloquent about his visit, “Good morning, Mr. Lenoir. The manager hopes you can approve this document soon. It’s about our department’s sales performance this quarter.”

Damien’s response was curt, “Sure. You may leave now.”

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, turned on his heel, and was about to exit when he saw Cherise nestled in the office corner.

Their gazes locked, confusion etched on Cherise’s face, while shock rippled across the young man’s features.

He hesitated, words dangling on the tip of his tongue, before he averted his gaze and hastily departed.

Cherise furrowed. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the young man’s glance held a hint of recognition.

Yet, she wracked her brain but couldn’t recall crossing paths with anyone from Damien’s company before.

“Let’s get going,” Damien’s deep voice jolted Cherise back to reality.

blinked, befuddled. “Go where?”

across Damien’s lips. “Feeling hungry, Mrs.

glanced at the clock, realizing it was

could object, Damien cut in, his tone laced with amusement. “Looks like Mrs. Lenoir is glued to her seat.

Cherise sprang up from her chair. “No, no, no! I

gaze carried a glint of amusement. “Then what are we waiting

the corridor. With a faint smile. Damien caught up with her as they both left the company building in tandem.

contemplated lunch. Cherise initially considered something simple. Yet, seeing Damien’s marines rilurts, she

darby restaurants on her phone he stumbled upon a quaint eatery close to the

small place

silly rolled dough has puting eye conveniently close

factor? A promise of a ‘Healthy

Damien caught wind of her choice.

while grabbing Cherise’s hand as