Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Headline: “Lenoir Group President’s Wife’s Debut Workday Is a Love-Filled Affair!”

Breaking Headline: “Surprising Twist! The President’s Wife of Lenoir Group Reveals Her True Colors!”

Cherise frowned as she flipped through the news articles one by one. Each featured a picture of Damien carrying her out of the car in the morning.

Some reports even suggested that Cherise was clinging onto Damien, with rumors swirling that if he didn’t carry her to work, she’d divorce him. Various absurd reasons were speculated all over the place. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Each article seemed like a voyeuristic peek into their private conversations. The influence of public opinion was certainly formidable!

After reading all the fabricated news articles, Cherise set down her phone. She looked at Damien with a hint of resentment. “I told you this would happen if you kept indulging me like this. Now everyone thinks I’m some sort of high-maintenance diva.”

She raised an eyebrow, fixing him with a challenging stare. “So, Mr. Lenoir, how do you plan to fix this mess?”

Damien furrowed his brow and casually picked up his phone. “What kind of compensation does Mrs. Lenoir have in mind?”

Cherise leaned on the table, furrowing her brow as she pondered momentarily. Then, her eyes lit up. “How about you make roast chicken for me tonight? It’s been ages since I’ve had your homemade roast chicken!”

Damien’s eyes softened with warmth as he smiled faintly at the petite woman before him. “Just roast chicken?”

Cherise pouted. “Yep. I don’t need much with you by my side. But if I had to choose, it’d be your roast chicken…”

With a smile, Damien set down his phone, bending slightly to meet the gaze of the petite woman lounging on the table. “Consider it done. Roast chicken it is for dinner.”

“Yay! Can’t wait!” Cherise’s smile faded as her phone pinged with a WhatsApp message just as she was about to speak.

Instinctively, she reached for it, but her hand was intercepted by Damien’s warm touch, covering hers with his own large hand.

He gently moved her hand away from the phone, a faint smile on his lips. “No phones at the table, love.

With a smooth motion, he took her phone from her grasp. “Isn’t the food delicious, or perhaps your husband isn’t handsome enough to keep your attention during dinner, Mrs. Lenoir?”

Cherise was taken aback by his quip. Come on, she was just checking if it was an urgent message!

But deep down, she knew they’d call if it were urgent. It was likely just a silly video from Heather or Lucy. It could wait. She focused on her meal with a determined air, savoring each bite deliberately.

Little did she know that while she dined, Twitter was ablaze.

The catalyst? Damien’s post on his personal account:

It’s my wife’s first day at work, and I’m here to support her

My wife is kind, lovely, and understanding, but some online gossip has gotten to her.’

When my wife is upset, it sets me off, and when I’m upset, well, let’s just say it’s not pretty.’

Below, an account named ‘MrHampson Lenoirs was busy tagging media outlets.