My Blind Husband

Cherise pursed her lips. “I did,” she affirmed quietly. The arrogant voice Cherise had just heard aligned with what she could
remember of lan’s voice. Yet, neither the current Cherise nor her past self could have fathomed that this voice she had once
pined for would say such things with such arrogance and disdain.
Before Cherise could respond, lan resumed his tirade on the other end. “Ensure Damien knows who holds the real power now!”
he bellowed.
Cherise remained silent momentarily, her mind grappling with Ian’s words, which seemed out of character. Taking a deep breath
to steady herself, she addressed Otto calmly over the phone. “Get ready and send me the address. I’ll be there shortly.”
“Are you sure about this?” Otto interjected, his lips pressed together in concern. “You...” His voice trailed off as he moved to a
quieter location. “Mr. Lenoir would never agree.”
“Today, you’re going to follow my lead,” Cherise reassured him with a smile. “Don’t worry. If anything goes wrong, I’ll take full
responsibility. Damien won’t hold you accountable.”
With his boss’ wife reassuring him, Otto found himself unable to refuse Cherise. He nodded silently. “Okay. I’ll get everything
arranged right away.”
After hanging up, Cherise retreated to the dressing room. She selected a plaid skirt reminiscent of what she used to wear in high
school. She tied her hair up into a high ponytail, a style she recalled donning every time she met Ian.
Once dressed, she received an address from Otto. Damien had indeed made courteous arrangements for Ian, securing him
accommodation at one of Adania’s highly rated, five-star hotels. When Cherise arrived at the hotel, Otto was already waiting.
Spotting Damien’s car pulling up, Otto hurried over. He had previously served Damien in Europe and was reassigned due to Mr.
Kolson’s absence, stepping into Mr. Kolson’s former position.
Otto had only heard of Cherise. He had never caught a glimpse of her in person. In his mind, a woman worthy of marriage to his
boss must have exuded elegance, maturity, and poise-a wealthy young lady of undeniable means. Cherise’s articulate manner
over the phone further reinforced this image in Otto’s mind.
However, as the car door swung open, Otto’s expectations were defied. Instead of the poised figure he had envisioned, a woman
emerged dressed like she was still in high school, her hair pulled back in a youthful ponytail. Her bare face radiated a natural,
sweet charm. Otto couldn’t help but press his lips together, privately sneaking a second glance at Cherise.

Cherise was well aware of Otto’s unspoken thoughts. She understood that her attire today hinted at a desire to appear younger.
Yet, she was here to reconnect with her former high school friend and wanted to gauge whether lan remembered their shared
past. Flashing a sweet smile at Otto, she quipped, “Yes, it’s me-the one you just spoke to on the phone!”
Otto’s astonishment was palpable, clearly not anticipating that the woman before him was Mrs. Lenoir. Moreover, he hadn’t
anticipated how effortlessly approachable she would be. After a brief moment of Lenoir, this way, please,” he croaked, his voice
betraying a hint of nervousness.
With an awkward shuffle, Otto passed a small voice-changing microphone to Cherise. He avoided eye contact as he hastily
turned away and led her forward “I settled Ian in and informed him that Mr. Lenoir will meet with him soon but prefers not to see
him face-to-face. You can converse with Ian behind a screen later.”
Cherise acknowledged his instructions thoughtfully. “Mm.” Realization dawned on her shortly. “Won’t he be able to discern that
my voice differs from my husband’s?” she inquired, a note of concern creeping into her voice.