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…

arranged to resemble bouquets,

encircled by

to overthrow any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks looked so succulent, and the

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

gazed at the crowd before

line of people offering her drumsticks extended from the elevator door to the building’s entrance.

might have to consume these drumsticks for

of despair washed over

to her heart’s wishes and the paradoxical situation because she was unable to eat them

“Everyone.”

the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly

the drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and my wife can choose

but

placed their large drumsticks bouquets on the

down, and more and more

was overflowing

the crowd dispersed, Cherise massaged her temples, pondering what to do with the

cooked drumsticks couldn’t be frozen and

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