My Blind Husband

You’re home, Cherise greeted Damien as he entered.

Her eyes, still carrying traces of sleepiness but unable to hide their innate clarity and brightness, as she fixed them on him. “Did you eat?”

“I grabbed a light bite at the office,” Damien replied, gently tucking her in with a thin blanket. I’ve told you not to wait up for me.”

“It’s already past ten,” he remarked, noting the lateness of the hour.

*If I hadn’t come back tonight, were you planning to sleep at the dining table?” Damien queried a hint of amusement in his tone.

Feeling a twinge of embarrassment, Cherise hesitated before admitting, “I have something to discuss with you.

Furrowing his brow, Damien inquired, “Why didn’t you call me if it was urgent?”

“I thought it would be better to talk in person,” Cherise explained as she rose from the bed.

Damien sighed in exasperation. “If it couldn’t wait, you could have asked me to come home earlier.

Cherise’s lips formed a slight pout, her voice tinged with hesitation. “I was concerned that… I might disturb your work if you were busy.”

After expressing her thoughts, she looked up at him with a gentle smile, her eyes reflecting. innocence and clarity. “I don’t mind waiting a bit longer. I have ample time.”

at the petite figure

filtering through the lampshade illuminated her pure and

stirred within

lifted her slender form without hesitation and cradled her in his

girl,” he

held Cherise close, his embrace so

her voice barely above a whisper. “I can hardly

apologize, he said in a deep

care, he gently placed her back on the

you want to talk about

man perched on the edge of the bed, his gaze

Cherise explained, retrieving a voice

pass it to

recorder, his brow furrowing in concern.

confirmed, her lips

I shouldn’t listen it alone and that you must listen with me. “He specifically

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