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.

befuddled.

“Feeling hungry, Mrs. Lenoir? It’s already half past

realizing it was indeed

in, his tone laced with amusement. “Looks like Mrs.

no, no! I can walk

amusement. “Then what are we waiting for?

the corridor. With a faint smile.

initially considered something simple. Yet, seeing Damien’s marines rilurts, she couldn’t help but

eatery close to the offer, tasasting rave

A small place

rolled dough has puting eye conveniently close

factor? A promise of a ‘Healthy Poke Bowl.’

caught wind

said while grabbing Cherise’s hand as they