My Blind Husband

Frances’ eyes twinkled brightly, and she couldn’t contain her excitement. “Madam, just like this!”

“If you go downstairs now, I guarantee that Mr. Lenoir will be especially happy!”

Cherise averted her gaze shyly, blushing as she went downstairs.

Downstairs, Damien was looking at Lennon’s text message on his phone.

When he heard footsteps of someone coming down the stairs, he casually glanced up.

With just one glance, Damien felt like he had returned back in time.

As if she were still a fresh-eyed doe, Cherise no longer had the five years of vicissitudes and maturity that showed on her face.

She was still his silly and cute little wife.

She had never changed.

“Do I look ok?”

Seeing Damien staring at her intently, Cherise inexplicably started to feel nervous.

She bit down on her lower lip; her face had begun flushing red, spreading to her neck and ear. Her clear eyes sparkled under the lights as she stared back at him. “I feel embarrassed when you look at me like this.”

The silly look of the woman amused Damien.

He shook his head lightly and walked over to her in big strides, pulling her into his arms directly. “Wh are you wearing this dress?”

If I remember correctly, I picked this dress out for her.

The Cherise before had no awareness that he had bought a selection of clothes for her; hence, there was never any reason why she thought she should wear them.

Now that she wore it, it still surprised him a bit.

Fidgeting nervously with her fingers, Cherise felt a bit embarrassed by the man’s excited voice and embrace. “I think it suits me…”

“Did Frances tell you that I picked them all for you?”

Cherise nodded instinctively, but then she shook her head the next second. “Frances did mention it to me.”

“But I didn’t choose this dress for you.”

“I really do like this style.”

The woman cautiously pushed away from Damien’s embrace and stepped out. “There are so many people at home watching…”

A smile lit up the corners of Damien’s mouth. “There are no outsiders here.”

“We are husband and wife. What’s the big deal if someone sees us?”

Cherise pouted, her face still painted with pink hues. Anyway… it’s better not to hold me when there are too many people around…”

“I feel embarrassed.”

Damien couldn’t help but chuckle at his wife’s charming appearance.

The next moment, Damien walked quickly to Cherise and reached out his hands to scoop her up, holding her bridal-carry style.

Her feet suddenly left the ground, and Cherise reactively let out a gasp, her hands helplessly holding onto Damien’s neck.

The man held her and walked carefully, step by step, down the stairs. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Ignoring Cherise’s protests, he had just walked her to the sofa to put her down when Mr. Hampson escorted in their guest.

The first thing Sebastian’s father, Alain Weiss, saw when he entered was Damien carrying Cherise downstairs, preparing to place her on the sofa.

Alain’s eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing their forms with a critical glint.

“Sir, Mr. Alain Weiss has arrived.”

Mr. Hampson announced softly.

With a faint gesture, Damien raised his eyebrows and did not put down Cherise. Instead, he continued holding her with his arms and turned his head to look at Alain with a polite smile. “Mr. Alain, hello.”

I can’t believe a stranger has seen us like this! Cherise thought nervously, her eyes bulging outside their sockets.

Cherise’s heart felt like it was on fire as she anxiously urged Damien with a whisper, “Please put me down… the guests have arrived!”

Deepening his smile, Damien deliberately turned a deaf ear to her words.

Even as the woman in his arms struggled, he still elegantly and unhurriedly carried Cherise to the sofa and set her down.

After confirming that Cherise was seated properly, the man faintly stood up and turned his head to look at Alain. Gesturing his hand to a seat, he offered, Mr. Weiss, please sit.”