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.”

as he peered down at the petite figure

filtering through the lampshade illuminated her pure and fair

tender sensation stirred within Damien’s heart.

lifted her slender form without hesitation and cradled her

he

close, his embrace so tight that she struggled to speak.

utter, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can

apologize, he said in a deep voice,

care, he gently placed her back

to talk about something?”

man perched on the edge of the bed, his gaze steady

of the research institute where 1 used to work,” Cherise explained, retrieving a voice recorder from the bedside

importance, and Yolanda arranged for him to pass it to you through

brow furrowing in concern. “Yolanda

Cherise confirmed, her

that you must listen with me. “He specifically

a hint of helplessness. “You