My Blind Husband

“If you work here… Do we have our own home? Where is it?”

“Mrs. Lenoir, this is your home!” Frances heard it when she turned around after chatting with Mr. Hampson. “Mrs. Lenoir, you slept late last night and woke up early this morning. You must be hungry, right?” She wiped her hands on her apron and approached Cherise enthusiastically. “What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you!”

“Mr. Lenoir, you haven’t eaten either, right?” Frances overlooked Cherise and Damien’s strange expressions and continued speaking cordially. “Wait a moment. I’ll make breakfast for you!” After that, Frances hurried into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

Mr. Hampson also approached. “Mr. Lenoir, the Weiss family sent people over. They said they want to talk to you in person.” Damien cleared his throat as Cherise looked at him in shock and confusion. “Um, I don’t want to see them. You can go downstairs first.” Mr. Hampson wanted to say something but turned skeptically and left after seeing Damien’s expression.

at Damien. “What did they mean?” Damien struggled

welled up in the woman’s eyes. “You deceived me.” She looked at him, aggrieved, like a wounded animal. “You said they’re the owners, and you’re the

lips. “I never said they were the masters of the

never

sighed, feeling wronged. She got up from the sofa and ran upstairs. “You liar!”

Serafina beamed at her. “Yes.” The little girl quickly turned around and shouted, “Ren, come quick. Mommy is awake!” Behind her, a little boy in a light blue shirt walked over