My Blind Husband

The stark contrast.in physical strength between them rendered her attempts futile in retrieving the recorder!

As the voices on the recorder grew more intense, Cherise made a split–second decision and clambered onto Damien, using every limb at her disposal.

Observing her genuine urgency, Damien casually loosened his grip, intentionally granting her access to the recorder.

Cherise finally wrested the device from his grasp, feeling triumphant.

Hastily, she reached for the power button, but in her haste, she accidentally pressed the volume button instead.

“You’re incredible…”

The volume of the woman’s voice soared immediately!

Wide–eyed with surprise, Cherise fumbled to locate the power button amidst Damien’s amused

With a deep breath, she finally found it, and the room fell silent.

“It’s finally quiet…” Cherise sighed in relief, momentarily forgetting their awkward position, her body inadvertently “riding” Damien.

However, as the tension in the air lingered, she sensed an uncomfortable shift.

Damien’s silent gaze, his eyes holding a depth she

his stare’s intensity, she realized

attempting to disentangle herself, she rose with her hands for support.

in her endeavor to shift

in her soft

simultaneously,

spread across her face, Cherise recoiled, only to realize

discomfort in her own face, Cherise looked at Damien with a hint of awkwardness, concern coloring her voice, “Are you…

that being hit could be quite

his darkened expression, she could tell

cautiously reached out to him, “You…”

Damien reassured her, his

he pulled her close, “Go to sleep.”

help but feel a pang

he

pain; his expression had darkened just

he could hide it, look at her with tenderness, reassure her, and even… hold her gently and

“Damien.”