My Blind Husband

‘However, I don’t need you to treat me to a meal. I’ve long forgotten the taste of my childhood. What I love the most now is the food my husband cooks.’

After carefully reviewing the message several times to ensure there were no typos or ambiguities, Cherise pressed the send button.

Two seconds after sending the message, she received a response from Sebastian.

He sent a smiling emoji and responded, ‘You may have forgotten the taste of your childhood, but I still remember it.

‘If you have time, let’s meet up for a meal. I remember where I bought the drumsticks for you back then.’

Perhaps afraid that Cherise would refuse again, he added, ‘I went back to that store a few days ago. It’s still there and hasn’t closed down.

Cherise gripped her phone tightly, her eyes shooting back and forth between the phone and the view outside, still uncertain about how to respond.

Taking a deep breath, she simply turned off her phone and decided not to respond.

But an uneasy feeling still coiled around her heart.

Was it really okay to stand up to an old classmate like this? She thought anxiously, leaving her feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

With these thoughts in mind, she looked up and glanced at the man driving next to her.

eyes, and there

days had been exhausting for him, and

that contributed to his overexertion was her old classmate,

ruminating between Sebastian and Damien. Within

longer the same person he was back then.

and night, holding her preciously in the palm

of these two people was

long, Damien’s car arrived

you thinking about?”

voice brought her attention back

meeting Sebastian for a split second, she panicked and waved

her uneasiness, but instead of further probing into her thoughts, he smiled faintly at her.

a

just serious a moment ago. Why is he talking about

if he really likes children… I could give him more

her phone back in her bag, tidied up her things, and got out of the car. Then she threw herself into his arms, kissing him on the cheeks. “Honey, do you really like children?”

pinch her delicate face. “What do you