My Blind Husband

“He told me he expected you to be upset and berate him at most,” Damien explained calmly. “But if he hadn’t informed me and something happened to you he’d face more than just my wrath.”

Cherise fell silent, begrudgingly acknowledging what Damien had said. “And what about dad?”

“He was meant to arrive today,” Damien replied, gently embracing her. “It wasn’t easy to deal with him. either. I only informed him about your amnesia yesterday, and he rushed over today.”

Cherise pressed her lips together. “Sadly…” It was unfortunate that she couldn’t recall her dad at all now. Even if she couldn’t remember him, she could sense how much her dad cherished her, judging from Beckham’s protective stance while ‘confronting Sebastian.

“Don’t worry,” Damien reassured her, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sure Father won’t hold it against you.”

resting against his chest with pursed

Damien’s belongings, stuffing three or four oversized suitcases to the brim. “I specifically told you not to pack Mrs. Lenoir’s silk

she crouched on the floor, pulling clothes from the stuffed suitcases. “This won’t do either! It’s already autumn, and these clothes are too thin. The countryside is chillier, so they need thicker garments. Put away the thin

interrupted Frances as she entered the house catching the woman reprimanding the young servants. “Frances.” Cherise wrinkled her brow, approaching to inspect the suitcases. “What’s all

Cherise’s return, offering a smile. “Mrs. Lenoir, have you

Ian from their high school days since he

Mr. Lenoir mentioned everything will proceed according to