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.

his admiration and fondness evident

appeared that the locale he often mentioned visiting was

venturing out, she found herself dragged by an enamored

pouring water and made her way over,

“Have you been busy lately? I haven’t seen you

and attempted to reply but his nomies hetraved him.

days ago and has been recuperating. It’s not that

with surprise, concern knitting her brows. “You were injured? Are you feeling better now? What happened?”

blush deepened, his words stumbling, “It’s

long as you’re

before Blake, her lips

counted the candies, noting there

girl had been diligently saving a sweet

sparked a tinge

you… his girlfriend?”

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

You…