My Blind Husband

Am I under a spell? Why do I think of such a decent man as my adversary? “I just…” she trailed off, her thoughts interrupted by Damien’s gentle inquiry.

“What did you dream about? You can confide in me,” his deep voice resonated with genuine concern as he brushed away a tear from the corner of her eye. “Or, if you’re hungry. I can prepare something for you.”

As he expressed concern for her, Cherise struggled to suppress her tears. A flicker of panic was heard in Damien’s voice. This was a rare occurrence. Enveloping her in a comforting embrace, he carried her towards the bedroom. Tenderly easing her onto the bed, he couldn’t help but notice her tear-stained pillow.

A heaviness settled in the man’s heart. “Why do you seem so sad?” he inquired, his lips pressed together as he wiped away her tears. “Is it because of a nightmare, or…” His gaze darkened. “Are you upset at being trapped here by me?”

“I never meant to confine you or take away your freedom. I’m just afraid of something happening to you. Damien confessed, a touch of sorrow and distress in his tone. After a moment, he chuckled softly. If you want to leave, I won’t hold you back. But…” He reached for her hand. “Let my people protect you, okay?”

Cherise sniffled, feeling dazed from crying. Upon hearing his words, she suddenly lifted her head and met his apologetic gaze. Taken aback by his misunderstanding, she hastily shook her head and pursed her lips. “I’m not…

“Please don’t refuse me,” Damien implored, interpreting the shake of her head as a rejection of the protection he wanted to arrange. “It’s for your safety. Lowering his voice to a gentle murmur, he added. “I understand…”

“I know you have doubts about me because of the past. Perhaps you doubt my character or whether I’m worthy of you, Damien continued, lips pursed with slight desolation coloring his words. But please believe me. I’m the last person who wants to see you hurt.”

“Don’t cry,” he urged, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, his sincere gaze tinged with distress. “I’ll let you go. You can go wherever you want. I won’t stand in your way.”

Cherise’s heart clenched as if gripped by an unseen force, leaving her unsettled. As she gazed into Damien’s eyes, which held a humble and slightly sheepish gaze, she had a whirlwind of conflicting emotions while listening to his pleading tone. Without thinking, she reached out and gently touched his face, running her fingers over his stubble. “You need to shave, she remarked softly.

Damien was taken aback by her gesture, instinctively reaching up to touch his chin. Indeed, his stubble was making its presence felt again. His ingrained personal hygiene habits persisted despite his busy schedule dealing with Cherise and the company’s affairs.

However, in recent days, she had been ignoring him and treating him like an adversary. Feeling mentally and physically drained, Damien had growness concerned about his appearance. After all, the woman he cherished most seemed indifferent to his existence. Consequently, his stubble had stealthily reappeared amidst him being preoccupied. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

With a helpless smile, he gently grasped her hand, which was tracing the stubble on his face. “I’ll shave later,” he promised.

Cherise pursed her lips, shaking her head earnestly. “Shave now,” she insisted.

Damien wrinkled his brow slightly and replied, “I’ll shave later.”

“Shave now,” Cherise persisted, seemingly having a bone to pick with him. In truth, she had no good reason for him to shave. Cherise simply hadn’t yet found the words to express that she no longer harbored any blame toward him. Instead, she understood the efforts he had made on her behalf.