My Blind Husband

The strands of hair framing Cherise’s cars were soft and silky, carching the morning sunlight and emitting a golden sheen, much like her gentle and captivating aura. Bushing faintly, she meticulously Trmmed Damien’s stubble, ensuring each contour was perfect, before tenderly wiping his face with at Towel Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Mission accomplished, she announced.

“Hmm, much better now, Damien remarked, turning to assess his reflection in the mirror. A grin spread across his Lace. “You’re certainly talented, Mrs. Lenoir. It looks like I can rely on you for my shaving needs from now on”

Cherise’s response came swiftly. “Tobject she protested with a touch of playful defiance.

“Resistance is funile. Damien teased as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against Cherise’s. “Feeling hungry? What are you craving? I’ll ship it up for you Cherise pouted, her hand caressing her stomach, realizing she did feel quite hungry.

“Does a sandwichy sound good?” Damien suggested, already predicting Cherise’s response from her gestures. Without waiting for her reply, he swept her up and swiftly carried her downstairs. Setting Cherise gently into a chair at the dining table, he planted a tender kiss on her forehead. “Hang tight. I’ll be back ma july.” With thar, Damien’s tall, imposing figure vanished into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Frances bustled about, her eyebrows raised at Damien’s unexpected return. “Mr. Lenoir, weren’t you off to get some rest? What brings you back?” As Damien stepped into the kitchen, Frances swiftly redirected him. “Are you hungry? What tickles your taste burls? I’ll whip something up for you. Forget about doing it on your own. You’ve been burning the midnight oil. Go catch some shut-eye. Aren’t you supposed to whisk Mrs. Lenoir away to the countryside today?” Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Damien’s towering frame obscured Cherise from Frances view. “You… didn’t get any shut-eye last night?” Cherise asked worriedly. Frances’ remarks had stirred a flutter of concern in Cherise’s chest.

Rising from her seat, she hurried over to Damien’s side. “I thought…” She had assumed he’d risen early, like her.

Frances’ words jogged her memory. Someone had whispered promises in her car last night her he’d handle company affairs before joining her for their countryside adventure. So he re slept at all.

The realization that this man had sacrificed his rest for her, coaxing and worrying about here a sleepless night, weighed heavily on Cherise. “Please, go and rest,” she urged, gently clasping “I can handle the cooking.

“I have time to spare, Damien replied, turning to her with a tender smile. “I’m thrilled that we ma amends today, Mrs. Lenoir. Let me make you a sandwich”

“You can make me a sandwich any time, Cherise insisted, pouting and halting him. “You need to rest first.”

Damien smiled ruefully. “No need. I insist on making a sandwich for you first… Before he could finish, he staggered sideways. Cherise acted swiftly, catching him to prevent him from falling. Frances also hurried over to support Damien from the other side. the doorframe, declining assistance from the two women. “But it seems I could really use some rest.

“Mr. Hampson!” Cherise called out promptly. Shortly after, Mr. Hampson arrived with other servants, and they supported Damien to the upstairs bedroom.

“Mr. Lenoir is utterly exhausted, the family doctor remarked an hour later, removing his stethoscope. “In my professional opinion, Mr. Lenoir hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in a week.“