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…

varieties of drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some even

found herself encircled by drumsticks.

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

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

at the crowd before

extended from the elevator

roughly, she might have to consume these drumsticks for

of despair washed over

a desire to eat to her heart’s wishes and the paradoxical

“Everyone.”

Cherise hesitated between acceptance and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and my wife is having trouble

drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s

people have but to comply with Damien’s

on the pristine table, followed by leaving their business

drumsticks were set down, and more and more business cards were

table was overflowing with

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

couldn’t be frozen and

approaching autumn, the lingering summer heat would