My Blind Husband

“He told me he expected you to be upset and berate him at most,” Damien explained calmly. “But if he hadn’t informed me and
something happened to you he’d face more than just my wrath.”
Cherise fell silent, begrudgingly acknowledging what Damien had said. “And what about dad?”
“He was meant to arrive today,” Damien replied, gently embracing her. “It wasn’t easy to deal with him. either. I only informed him
about your amnesia yesterday, and he rushed over today.”
Cherise pressed her lips together. “Sadly...” It was unfortunate that she couldn’t recall her dad at all now. Even if she couldn’t
remember him, she could sense how much her dad cherished her, judging from Beckham’s protective stance while ‘confronting
Sebastian.
“Don’t worry,” Damien reassured her, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sure Father won’t hold it against you.”
Cherise stayed quiet, resting against his chest with pursed lips, feeling a subtle unease in her heart.
Before long, the car pulled up to Lenoir Manor. Inside, Frances busied herself with packing Cherise and Damien’s belongings,
stuffing three or four oversized suitcases to the brim. “I specifically told you not to pack Mrs. Lenoir’s silk dresses!”
“Mrs. Lenoir is headed to the countryside. Silk won’t fare well there!” Frances chided the servants beside her as she crouched on
the floor, pulling clothes from the stuffed suitcases. “This won’t do either! It’s already autumn, and these clothes are too thin. The
countryside is chillier, so they need thicker garments. Put away the thin ones! And this...”
Cherise interrupted Frances as she entered the house catching the woman reprimanding the young servants. “Frances.” Cherise
wrinkled her brow, approaching to inspect the suitcases. “What’s all this?”
“These are your packed suitcases!” Frances quickly stood up upon Cherise’s return, offering a smile. “Mrs. Lenoir, have you
forgotten? You were supposed to go to Shawbury today. Mr. Lenoir planned it yesterday.”
Cherise paused, contemplating. “Do we... really have to go?” She had intended to revisit Shawbury to reclaim her memories,
especially those involving Ian from their high school days since he was the only person she remembered. However, with Ian
back in the mental hospital, her urge to return had diminished.
Frances hesitated, “But Mr. Lenoir mentioned everything will proceed according to plan...”

Everything will proceed according to plan? Cherise hesitated, her gaze shifting instinctively towards Damien. After receiving a
call from Otto, Damien entered the house after Cherise. As he walked in, she asked him, “Are we still planning to go to
Shawbury?”
Damien affirmed with a nod. “Mm-hmm.”
“But why?” Cherise’s expression betrayed her bewilderment. “I’ve already turned down Ian’s help. If I return alone, I doubt I’ll be
able to relive the past.”
I experts who suggested revisiting familiar places and engaging in familiar activities could be beneficial. I’m committed to taking
you back to Shawbury and the Shaw’s village. We can give it a try even without Ian.”
“Before you lost your memory, you shared so much about your past with me,” Damien continued, his voice soft. “I’ve always
regretted not being able to experience that time with you since it was before we met.” He gently patted Cherise’s cheek. “But
now, I have the opportunity to take you back to that place, and we can relive the memories I missed out on.”