My Blind Husband

So… Such was the perception others held of her–flirtatious, seductive, feigning innocence, and repulsive.

Confronted with these unfounded allegations, Cherise harbored no anger, merely finding them absurd.

The time for wrath had passed when she had already elucidated the situation with Sebastian to Damien.

Now, confronted with these accusations, she couldn’t help but find them bemusing.

There were too many who blindly trailed the crowd, too many who propagated rumors.

What mattered to these individuals, who had never even crossed paths with her, about her relationship with Damien, lifestyle, or character?

With a deep breath, she cast the magazine aside and turned her gaze, only to find Blake fixedly staring in a particular direction.

She furrowed her brow, trailing his gaze–towards a young female student.

Innocent and charming, adorned with large glasses and double ponytails, she emitted a cute and pure aura.

With brisk steps, she approached the desk diagonally across from them, deftly retrieving a thermos from her backpack and rising to pour water.

From Cherise and Blake’s vantage point, they could admire her lovely profile.

beside Cherise, silently observing her, his admiration and fondness evident in his

locale he often mentioned visiting was where he sought glimpses of this

venturing out, she found herself dragged by an enamored teenager to see

the girl completed pouring water and made

been busy

and attempted to reply but

his unease, Cherise swiftly interjected, “He sustained an injury a few days ago and has been recuperating.

“You were injured? Are you feeling better now? What

blush deepened, his words stumbling, “It’s nothing,

as you’re

lips forming a subtle pout. Tve been

the candies, noting there were seven or

diligently saving a sweet treat for Blake daily, eagerly anticipating his

sparked a tinge of jealousy in

you… his girlfriend?”

longing for love as exquisite as the moment, the young woman beside her interjected. “He’s never brought you

You…