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 seated on the

illuminated her pure and fair

stirred within

without hesitation and cradled her

he murmured

embrace so tight that

managed to utter, her voice barely

he said in a deep voice, expressing

gently placed her back on the bed.

you want to talk about

on the edge of the bed, his gaze steady as he regarded her. “What’s on your

work,” Cherise explained, retrieving a voice recorder from the bedside table and passing it to

and Yolanda arranged for him to pass it

the voice recorder, his brow furrowing in concern. “Yolanda gave this to

her lips pursing.

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

hint of helplessness. “You stayed up just for this?”