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

herself encircled

every inch of her body, threatening to overthrow any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks

even just one person, she

gazed at the crowd

from the elevator door to the

she might have to consume these drumsticks

despair washed over Cherise.

to eat to her heart’s wishes and the paradoxical situation because

“Everyone.”

spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and

the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and my wife can choose freely without feeling pressured.”

people have but to comply with

flurry of activity ensued as the individuals placed their large drumsticks bouquets on the pristine table,

down, and more and more business cards

the table was overflowing with business cards!

temples, pondering what to do with the

couldn’t be frozen and were challenging to store.

summer heat would undoubtedly spoil