My Blind Husband

As she mulled over her predicament, Cherise couldn’t help but bury her face in her hands, grappling with uncertainty. It seemed
she had inadvertently dug herself into a hole and leaped right in.
Meanwhile, Damien had slipped into the car from the other side. He settled beside her, radiating warmth that gently brushed
against her cheeks. Cherise felt the heat rising in her face.
“Why are you blushing?” Damien’s sudden inquiry caught her off guard, his dark eyes gleaming as he playfully surveyed her
flushed cheeks. “Let me guess why you’re rosy-cheeked, Mrs. Lenoir.” He teased her playfully. “Are you already thinking about
our evening plans, Mrs. Lenoir?”
Cherise remained silent momentarily, her mind racing to find the right words. “I... I didn’t mean to suggest anything inappropriate
earlier,” she stammered, her cheeks burning under the weight of his intense gaze. “I... I didn’t mean anything of the sort!”
Her heart fluttered erratically as she averted her eyes, chastising herself inwardly. Why am I still reacting like this with Damien
after all this time? It was absurd! As she reproached herself silently, Cherise focused on steadying her breath.
understand,” Damien replied, unexpectedly leaning closer to her. “You must be reproaching yourself for losing your composure.
Am I right, Mrs. Lenoir?” His voice sent shivers down her spine as he whispered into her ear. “But fret not, Mrs. Lenoir.
Regardless if you’ve lost your memory, you always find a way to engage in these little battles with me, ending up intertwined with
me at night.”
Cherise was slightly startled. She instinctively turned around. “You...” With her back facing Damien, she hadn’t anticipated the
outcome of her abrupt action. When she turned in that split second, her moist lips perfectly met Damien’s cool ones.
As their lips touched, it felt like an electric current traveled from Cherise’s lips to her brain. Countless images of her and Damien
kissing flashed through her mind. There were tender, gentle, intense, and passionate kisses. She was stunned by the flood of
emotions accompanying each memory. In those mental images, she felt the overwhelming depth of her love for the man before
her. Every kiss conveyed the same message: she loved him deeply.
Damien, caught off guard by the accidental kiss, was unaware of the shift in Cherise’s thoughts. He was taken aback by the
unexpected intimacy. It had been a while since she had kissed him like this. Driven by impulse, he lifted his hand. He gently
cradled the back of her head, prolonging the kiss indefinitely, lost in the intensity of the moment.
Seated at the helm in the driver’s seat, the new chauffeur, Timothy, silently covered the car windows and lowered the partition
thoughtfully, effectively turning the back seat into a private enclave.

Meanwhile, Damien tenderly pressed his lips against Cherise’s as he gently laid her down beneath him. Cherise felt her head
spinning from his tender caresses, the sensations on her lips triggering a cascade of mernories within her mind. Unable to resist,
she closed her eyes as images flickered through her consciousness, one after the other.
Cherise witnessed herself holding a photograph of Damien, her cheeks flushed as she addressed a middle-aged man. “Uncle
Shaw, I’m willing to marry him,” she confessed, her voice tinged with excitement and nervousness.
Then, the scene shifted, and Cherise saw herself signing a contract before an elderly man. With a warm smile, she assured him,
“Grandpa, rest assured, I’ll fulfill my promise to you! I’ll strive to have children for Damien!” Each memory flickered vividly in her
consciousness, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within her.