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…

drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some

found herself encircled

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

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

at the crowd

drumsticks extended from the

consume these drumsticks

despair washed over

to eat to her heart’s

“Everyone.”

and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic,

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

but to comply

their large drumsticks bouquets on the pristine table, followed

were set down, and more

the table was overflowing

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

cooked drumsticks couldn’t be frozen and were challenging to store.

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