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.”

brow as he peered down at the petite

through the lampshade illuminated her pure and fair visage, accentuating her ethereal

sensation stirred within Damien’s

without hesitation and cradled

he murmured

his embrace so tight that

to utter, her voice barely above

apologize, he said in a deep voice, expressing his

gently placed her back

want to

gaze steady as

former director of the research institute where 1 used to work,” Cherise explained, retrieving a voice recorder from the bedside table and passing it to Damien. “He said we should listen to this together.”

him to pass it

accepted the voice recorder, his brow furrowing in concern. “Yolanda

Cherise confirmed, her lips

and that you must listen with me. “He specifically instructed

at her with a hint of