My Blind Husband

Cherise pursed her lips, puzzled by Damien’s strange behavior that night.

She pushed open the door in front of her, taking the lead as she stepped into the elevator.

However, to her surprise, after stepping out when she reached the first floor, she found herself surrounded by a crowd of people.

“Mrs. Lenoir! This is a small token of apology from our newspaper to you!”

“Mrs. Lenoir, we have prepared a gift for you that we hope you will like! Please accept it!”

“Mrs. Lenoir…”

Amidst the chorus of “Mrs. Lenoir,” a tantalizing aroma of drumsticks wafted through the air…

Cherise furrowed her brow, noticing that each person in the crowd was holding a large bouquet.

However, these bouquets were not filled with flowers.

Instead, they were packed with drumsticks.

Grilled, fried, and coated with various sauces and seasonings…

resemble bouquets, some even adorned with buttery bows.

herself encircled by drumsticks.

her with every inch of her body, threatening to overthrow any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks looked so succulent, and the smell and sight of them

just one person, she would be obliged to accept all the drumsticks from

at the crowd

line of people offering her drumsticks extended from the

to consume these drumsticks

sense of despair washed over

of hunger and a desire to eat to her heart’s wishes and the paradoxical situation because she was

“Everyone.”

spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and my wife is having trouble deciding.”

this? Each of you set down the drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember

but to comply

ensued as the individuals placed their large drumsticks bouquets on the pristine table, followed by leaving their business cards on top of

set down, and more and more business

table was overflowing

pondering what to do with the abundance

frozen and were

the approaching autumn, the lingering summer heat would undoubtedly spoil them within