Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“I never thought you would actually agree to marry someone like me,” his voice softened, quieter than the whisper of the night breeze. “Sebastian’s intel was spot-on. He didn’t lead you astray. Our marriage was a deal between you and my grandfather right from the start.”

“And it wasn’t until our wedding day that I fully understood the terms of this deal. That night, I put you to the test. Surprisingly, you pledged never to regret marrying me. You even vowed to make an effort to start a family with me. Can you believe it? I saw you as a naïve, foolish girl at that moment.”

As he spoke, he gently stroked Cherise’s forehead, his smile remarkably tender. “It’s almost unbelievable that not long after that day, I found myself catching feelings for the same silly girl…” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Amid the man’s deep, soothing tone, Cherise drifted into a dream, feeling like she had entered the world he painted. He posed as a blind man while she was a resolute girl, determined to safeguard him at all costs. As she pushed him through a corridor adorned with lilac flowers, Cherise apologized softly. “I seem to have lost my way. If only I’d requested a servant to guide us.”

“The servants here won’t offer guidance,” Damien chuckled self-deprecatingly. “It seems you don’t know your husband well enough. I’m Damien Lenoir, the renowned bad luck charm of Adania. I lost iny parents at eight years old. When I was thirteen…”

In her dream, Cherise held onto the wheelchair’s handle. Damien had black silk covering his eyes, and she observed him as he recounted his past calmly yet self-deprecatingly. A feeling akin to heartache gradually stirred within her. Ultimately, she gritted her teeth determinedly, summoning courage as she vowed, “From this moment on, I’m your family! I swear to protect you…”

The night slipped away silently. Damien tenderly ran his fingers through Cherise’s hair, observing as her breathing gradually settled into a peaceful rhythm on the bed. Assured of her slumber, Damien. leaned in gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Silly girl,” he murmured softly. After taking a deep breath, he tucked her in snugly before quietly slipping away.

Exiting the bedroom, Damien made his way to the study. He was seated at the desk and initiated a video call with Jacob and Lennon. “Looks like we’ll be burning the midnight oil tonight.”

“Working late again, Damien? You’re relentless!” Jacob quipped. “Although your wife won’t even share a bed with you, my girlfriend can’t keep her hands off me!”

Damien glanced at him casually, then returned his attention to the documents before him. “Is it the woman you met at the bar a few nights ago?” Jacob shook his head. “It’s someone else.”

The man’s hand froze briefly while holding the folder. Then, he lifted his head, fixing a cold gaze on Jacob. “I provided you with funds to go abroad to aid in recovering Cherise’s memory, not to chase after a new fling”

Lennon burst into laughter on the other end of the screen. “Jake, you’ve gone overboard.”

Jacob pressed his lips together. “I have not!” He then shifted his gaze to Damien’s stern expression. “I consulted with an expert today. They suggested the most effective approach is hypnotizing Cherise, calming her mind, and guiding her to retrieve her lost memories?