My Blind Husband

“I also have a younger brother named Blake. I don’t know anyone else.” After that, she asked sincerely, “What about you? I see that your name is Lucy Staber What is our relationship? Are you a friend?”

Lucy was flabbergasted. Cherise’s voice was very earnest and calm. She didn’t seem like she was joking at all. But doesn’t amnesia only happen in fiction? “I’m your friend.” Lucy sighed helplessly. “You said you have amnesia, so do you remember what happened to you in the past few days?”

“No,” Cherise answered earnestly and candidly. “When I woke up, I was covered in blood and mud. There are still knife wounds on my legs. Blake supported me as we made our way back. I don’t remember anything that happened in the past.”

Lucy pursed her lips. She pondered for a long time and resisted the urge to tell Cherise about the rumors outside. She asked, “Do you want to regain your memories?” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Of course. No one wants to live without knowledge of the past,” Cherise answered without hesitation. “Everyone is very kind to me now. Although I think my current life… is decent, I still want to know what happened to me.” With that, she asked hesitantly, “Damien told me not to overthink things. What about you? Can you tell me anything?”

“Let’s wait for a while. I’ve been researching with medical experts abroad recently, and I may find a way to help you recover your memory.” Lucy smiled faintly. “But it’ll be a while before I can help you. All you have to do is wait patiently, okay?”

“Mm.” Cherise pouted. “I guess that’s the only thing I can do now.” She hated the feeling of being unable to recall her memories. She could only listen to what others told her. Since she couldn’t remember anything, she was clueless. Everything she was told seemed like the truth.

Not long after the phone call ended, Frances returned with two servants carrying bags of groceries. “Mrs. Lenoir, are you planning to make pierogis for Mr. Lenoir?” Cherise nodded earnestly. “Yes… I

plan to do so.” But the reality was different. Standing in the kitchen, Cherise watched Frances skillfully make the pierogis. She slowly pinched the pierogi dough with her hands as she observed carefully.

The first pierogi fell apart, the second pierogi tore, and the third pierogi looked so funny that Cherise burst out laughing. “You have to take your time.” Frances smiled as she looked at Cherise. “Mrs. Lenoir, why don’t you take a break? I can make the rest of the pierogis with the other servants.”

“Didn’t you say my husband likes the pierogis I make?” Cherise shook her head thoughtfully. “I’ll keep practicing.”

“Mr. Lenoir is blessed.” Upon seeing Cherise like this, Frances couldn’t help but smile. “Even though you don’t remember the past, Mrs. Lenoir, your love and care for Mr. Lenoir is unchanged!” Cherise’s face flushed at Frances’s words. She pursed her lips and looked at Frances. “Um… do you know how I met my husband?”

Frances’s body stiffened slightly. How did Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir meet… Didn’t they meet and get married because Mrs. Lenoir’s grandmother was sick backthen? But Frances felt that this was inappropriate to say. Hence, she smiled and shook her head. “As servants, how could we know about your affairs?”