My Blind Husband

Cherise’s heart quickened its pace within her chest, racing with apprehension.

Could it be?

Was her meticulously crafted escape plan unraveled too soon?

Contrary to the scandalous rumors that swirled around her, no journalist could have fathomed finding her concealed within the confines of such a filthy receptacle!

As the footsteps outside dwindled into silence, a fresh set of resolute footfalls approached, each bearing an air of elegant indifference.

With each approaching stride, Cherise braced herself for the inevitable.

Gritting her teeth, she resignedly closed her eyes, fully convinced that her fate was sealed.

This was the moment, the end of everything!

Not only had she failed to shake off the relentless pursuit of those shady journalists, but now she was about to be caught squatting in a trash can, which would undoubtedly bring immense shame upon herself.

She held the esteemed position of Damien’s wife, who presided over the Lenoir Group!

proving too much to

could already imagine the scandalous headlines, picturing

No way!

embarrassment

her distress, Cherise was startled by the sudden

flooded in, causing Cherise to squint, clench her

the journalists would either pull her qut of the trash can or, at

the person who lifted the lid remained

tinged with a mix of helplessness and amusement. “Mrs. Lenoir, want me to take this

utterly

her, warming her heart instantly. head tilted slightly downward, a faint smile dancing upon his lips

blend of emotions-annoyance, excitement, and tenderness-tears welling in

her disheveled state, Cherise stood up abruptly, reaching out to embrace Damien. “Darling… she murmured, overwhelmed with

that the library’s signal would be blocked, leaving him unaware of

herself to face the ordeal alone, fearing that her inability to escape would embarrass him and tarnish

she had yet to anticipate his timely arrival.