My Blind Husband

In reality, after the interactions throughout the day, he felt that it wouldn’t be a bad thing if Cherise continued to live in blissful ignorance.

They could start anew, and she wouldn’t have to bear the weight of so many painful memories.

Isn’t it nice when you forget things sometimes? Like, it’s almost like a little bit of happiness, right? He thought to himself, casting his downwards.

“Of course, I truly wish to recall the things from before,” Cherise’s clear voice interrupted Damien’s thoughts. She pursed her lips, looking somewhat aggrieved as she gazed at him. “Everyone has a past filled with memories, but I have none. I don’t even know where I come from, what my parents’ names are, or if they are still alive.

“Regarding my situation, I have to take your words as truth. I have no memories, so I have no way to confirm or deny.”

After speaking, she took a deep breath and gazed at Damien with seriousness and solemnity. “I truly wish to remember. I want to know what my past was like, what kind of person I used to be, and…”

Cherise closed her eyes and added softly, “I want to understand why I was covered in blood that day and returned in the pouring rain without a word.

“I want to know who the villain in my hazy memories is and what connection he has to me…”

narrowed his eyes. “You

is such a

said disrespectful things to me, and it seems like he also intends to do inappropriate things to

her brow as she tried hard to recall the faint images that had once surfaced in

more she felt like she was blanking out

in her mind preventing her from recollecting

a long time, her headache intensified, yet she still couldn’t

uncomfortable. That faceless person has been pressuring me

Hampson hurriedly interjected them. “Madam,

“Mr. Hampson!”

voice. With a hardened edge, he rebuked, “Aren’t you being too

sir. I’m just concerned about the rumors

inform others?” Damien raised his jet-black eyes, the icy shards in his gaze enough to plunge one straight into an icy cave.