My Blind Husband

Chapter 922 I Don’t Remember 

“However, Sebastian is truly ruthless. On one hand, he created the illusion that Cherise cheated on you. On the other hand, he bribed your subordinates to use your men to harm your wife.”

“No woman could forgive her husband for sending someone to harm her. Moreover, Cherise was rumored to have betrayed you. These combined factors will undoubtedly leave her unsettled, causing her to doubt you and everything else.”

Damien nodded in agreement. He had already anticipated everything Jacob had mentioned. There was only one thing Damien hadn't foreseen... He had recently been preoccupied with the company’s affairs. He had forgotten that he had privately instructed-Mr. Kolson to train many bodyguards and assassins. Unfortunately, they became Sebastian’s pawns before they had the opportunity to serve the Lenoir family.

After seeing Jacob off, Damien walked to Cherise slowly. Blake had already retired for the night at this point. Cherise was curled up in the corner of the sofa, gazing timidly at Damien as if he were a dangerous stranger she was meeting for the first time.

“Hello.” Damien greeted her with a smile, extending his hand towards her. “My name is Damien Lenoir.” The woman blinked her clear eyes. “I... | don’t remember my name.”

“Your name is Cherise Shaw.” Damien smiled faintly. “Just remember that you’re named Cherise.” The woman pursed her lips and nodded silently. “Okay.” Damien picked up some fruit from the coffee table and offered it to her. “Are you hungry?”

“Mm!” The woman leaned over cautiously and reached out her fair hands carefully. She plucked a grape and started savoring its sweetness. After finishing it, she beamed at Damien sweetly. Damien peeled another grape and handed it to her. “If you like it, have some more.”

“Okay!” The woman grinned and took the grape. After finishing all the grapes, she pouted. “I’m still hungry.”

“You're still hungry?” Damien took a deep breath. “Wait here. I'll prepare something delicious for you!” Cherise nodded and sat on the sofa, watching him leave with childlike curiosity.

In the kitchen, Damien quickly roasted drumsticks for her. Standing in the kitchen, he shut hi eyes andy

id theevbinaysaogh in his ears. amien, how will | finish all the drumsticks you made? You know what? Once this ordeal is over, I'll get ready to get pregnant with our third child, alright?”

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“Damien...” Memories flooded his mind, piercing his heart sharply. He bit his lips viciqusly Afteya while, the overcsiginaled t the drumsticks were ready. Damien composed himself, took the drumsticks out of the oven, and placed one before Cherise. “Eat up. You used to love this.”

Cherise glanced timidly at the drumstick like a child before she suddenly screamed. She jumped up as if electrocuted and bur owed) m ee the botaeeoHhe room before she started retching. Damien followed her, patting her back gently. “What's wrong?” As Cherise threw up, horrifying images flashed through her mind. A man with piercing eyes approached her with extended arms, saying, “After tonight, the whole world will think we slept together.”