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…

of drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some

herself encircled

gnawed at 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 were an invitation to

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

the

of people offering her drumsticks extended from the

might have to consume these drumsticks

despair washed

desire to eat to her heart’s

“Everyone.”

and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone

of you set down the drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and my wife can choose freely without feeling

people have but to comply with

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

and more drumsticks were set down, and more

overflowing

temples, pondering what to do with the abundance of

couldn’t be frozen and were challenging to store.

approaching autumn, the lingering summer heat would undoubtedly spoil