My Blind Husband

“I’m heading downstairs now. If you prefer not to raise your voice, just inform the bodyguard at the door, and he’ll relay the message, Frances offered before making her exit.

Cherise hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Actually… I do have a request.”

Frances halted in her tracks, turning back to face Cherise. “What else can I assist you with?”

“I need a piece of fabric.” Cherise explained, her brow wrinkling as she tried to recall the details of the black satin cloth covering Damien’s eyes in her dream. “A piece of black satin fabric with intricate dark patterns.” She gestured with her hands, indicating the desired dimensions. “About this size.”

Frances’ heart skipped a beat as she processed Cherise’s request. The fabric she described… can it possibly be…

Is there a problem?” Cherise inquired noticing Frances sudden

for you right away!” It’s just a simple

blind five years

on you,” she remarked, opening the door and settling on the edge of Cherise’s bed. “When I arrived, I spotted someone lingering beneath a window of one of the rooms. It puzzled me initially-what could be the purpose of standing under a window? But now that I’m here, it’s clear. It’s your

brought and laid it out before Cherise. From her pocket, she retrieved a box of cigarettes. “Mind if I indulge?” she

you’ve become invincible?” Lucy chuckled, crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette. “Even with amnesia, you’re not foolish enough to contemplate a leap from a room at this height!”

“What’s all this?” she