Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

These were the media outlets that Heather had shown Cherise earlier, featuring those fake news articles.

Within an instant, every trending topic on Twitter was related to the news.

Everyone could not believe their eyes.

It is worth noting that Damien rarely ever made a statement or post using his personal account.

And even when he did, it was very formal and procedural.

His last Twitter post was a New Year’s greeting from last year, and the one before that was a New Year’s greeting from the year before.

The man who only posts ‘Happy New Year’ on Twitter every year actually wrote such a lengthy post today for Cherise!? This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The various media outlets mentioned by Mr. Hampson started apologizing under the Twitter post. They came in one after the other, and an endless string of notifications popped up.

‘Mr. Lenoir, the news from our newspaper today was written by a temporary worker. Please forgive us for our inexperience. We will delete it immediately!’

‘Mr. Lenoir, our reporter’s information was incorrect. We deeply apologize for causing trouble to your wife!’

‘Mr. Lenoir, if there is anything we can do to compensate Mrs. Lenoir, we will do our utmost to make amends!’

After eating his meal, Damien rechecked his Twitter account again and noticed that some of the reporters mentioned the word “compensation” in their tweets.

The corner of his lips crooked up as he made another post: ‘My wife enjoys eating drumsticks.”

After lunch, Damien still did not return the phone to Cherise, stating that he wanted her to concentrate on her work.

Cherise thought it made sense.

She came to work today, but she hadn’t accomplished anything all morning.

During the afternoons, if she still had her phone with her, she would inevitably be distracted by texting Heather or Lucy.

Keeping a phone with her had a negative impact on her workflow.

So Cherise made up her mind not to ask Damien for her phone and immersed herself in studying a stack of shareholders’ information.

She worked diligently on memorizing the shareholders’ information, utterly engrossed in her work that by the time she finished organizing the five

In her hand, it was already dark outside.

Damien, who had nothing to do, pulled up a chair and elegantly sat in front of her desk, his dark- colored eyes fixed on her.

Feeling like someone was peeking at her, Cherise finally looked up from the stack of documents and met his eyes.

Their gazes locked; one opened wide with surprise, and the other stared warmly back at her as if enveloping her with its warm gaze.

The man’s intense gaze caused Cherise’s cheeks to blush slightly. “What… what are you doing?” she asked meekly.

“You look so beautiful when you’re focused,” Damien replied earnestly. His deep voice reverberated within her body.

Facing his beloved, Damien never hesitated to compliment her. “I truly married a wonderful wife.”

The pink flush on Cherise’s cheeks deepened; she gulped involuntarily as the weight of his words settled within her.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath to calm her beating heart, and then she gave him a look as if trying to reprimand him for teasing her. She took a quick glance at the sky outside and noticed that it had turned dark already. Wondering what time it was, she tapped on her phone.

It’s already eight o’clock at night!

She quickly stood up, grumbling as she packed up. “Why didn’t you call me earlier? It’s so late…”

“Cherry…”

“I had Mr. Hampson and Frances pick them up.”

Cherise rolled her eyes. “You have time to get Mr. Hampson and Frances to pick up the kids but no time to tell me to leave work.”

She looked up and pretended to be angry as she glared at him. “Are you trying to make me work more on purpose?”

“You’re so annoying!”

“No, you’re the annoying one!” he retorted.

“Whatever.”

The man stretched lazily and stood up. “Now Damien is going to be the driver, taking the little laborer Cherry home and then making drumsticks for the little laborer.”

When he mentioned drumsticks, Cherise’s stomach inadvertently rumbled in tandem, betraying her emotions.

The man’s eyes twinkled, a smug smile plastered on his face.

Cherise pouted, “It’s all your fault!”

“To punish you, I’m going to eat a lot of drumsticks tonight!”

The man leaned against the door, his hands crossed over his chest as he looked at her and said, “Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

“Alright then.”

The man gestured his hands outward to signal them to leave. “Let’s go out first before we talk.”