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.”

he peered down at the petite

lampshade illuminated her pure and fair visage, accentuating her

stirred within

without hesitation and cradled her in his

he

held Cherise close, his embrace so tight that

utter, her voice barely above a whisper.

in a deep voice, expressing his regret.

gently placed her back on the bed.

you want to talk about

perched on the edge of the bed, his gaze steady as he regarded

Whitlock, the former director of the research institute where 1 used to work,” Cherise explained, retrieving a voice recorder from the bedside table and

its importance, and Yolanda arranged for him to pass it to

recorder, his brow furrowing in concern. “Yolanda gave

Cherise confirmed, her

it alone and that you must listen

hint of helplessness. “You stayed up just