My Blind Husband

“The pierogis are getting cold. Would you like to eat now, or should I reheat them for you later?” Frances’s voice instantly brought Cherise back to reality. Blushing, she quickly pulled her hand from Damien’s grasp and hurriedly sat at the dining table. “Let’s eat!”

Damien looked at her charming appearance, a smile unconsciously forming on his lips. The man carried the large bouquet of roses to the dining table, placed it on the corner, and turned to go to the bathroom. As Cherise sat on a chair and waited earnestly to eat, she carefully glanced at the large bouquet of roses from the corner of her eye. It’s beautiful.

Shortly after, Damien came out of the bathroom. Upon seeing that she hadn’t started eating, the man smiled. He picked up a pierogi and placed it on her plate. “Let’s eat. If you like the flowers, I’ll buy you a bouquet every day from now on. You don’t have to stare at it like that.”

Cherise was dumbstruck. “I… I wasn’t staring at it.” Cherise came to her senses, blushing as she retorted, “I was just lost in thought while waiting to eat… Upon witnessing her vehement denial, Damien stopped arguing with her.

The man smiled as he ate a pierogi and said indifferently, “Did you make these pierogis?”

to my taste. Then, Frances

had actually prepared himself mentally. The current Cherise remembered little about the past. She may not have remembered how her pierogis tasted, or maybe what she made wasn’t very tasty. But no matter how

nodding with a guilty conscience. “Yes… I made it…” She observed the man’s face. “What’s wrong? Does it not taste right? Is

the pierogis she used to make. While eating, he even

picked up her utensils and kept serving Damien pierogis. “If you like them, eat

were eaten, Cherise told Damien what had happened in the morning. “A woman named Lucy Staber called