My Blind Husband

To Damien, Cherise’s plea for him to shave carried great significance. It stirred fear within him that she might vanish the moment he turned away. He had toiled through the night and completed all his tasks in preparation to accompany her in the search for lan. He was also planning to take her to Shawbury High to attempt to invoke her memories there.

Despite all that, his heart quivered with trepidation when she approached him in tears at dawn. He feared that she couldn’t endure his dominance and arrogance any longer. Damien was afraid that she yearned to depart. Since Cherise lost her memory. Damien felt like he’d morphed into a perpetually anxious state. And so, he rebuffed her once more, saying. I’ll do it when you cease crying and throwing a fuss.”

Cherise sighed, her lips pouting as she ultimately sighed and asked, “Are you going to do it?”

Damien’s lips pressed together, his brow wrinkled as he stared at her. “How about this-will you shave for me?

“You want me to… shave for you?” Cherise felt utterly clueless about how to proceed. Although she had shaved for him in her dream, she hadn’t the faintest idea how to replicate the act. Not only had she shaved for him in her dream, but she had also helped bathe him and… The vivid recollection sent an abrupt flush of warmth to her cheeks. She pouted, met Damien’s gaze, and remarked, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll accidentally hurt you?”

“No. Observing the blush on her face and the playful tone in her voice, Damien’s apprehensions began to melt away gradually. “Even though you’ve lost your memory, you were previously an exceptional surgeon. I trust you won’t make such a rookie mistake

Cherise was speechless. Was I really so incredible? I used to be a surgeon? She had always believed herself to be nothing more than a naïve girl under Damien’s protection. With this realization, she found

herself lifted from the bed by Damien and carried into the bathroom. A slightly heavy, cold metal razor was placed in her hand, and Damien stood before her, smiling. “Go ahead.”

Cherise gazed at the opulent razor in her hand, feeling a surge of panic. She had only suggested Damien shave because she sensed his low spirits and hoped to cheer him up. Pressuring him to was Cherise’s clumsy attempt to convey that she no longer condemned him. But now, she found herself in a perplexing predicament. Why am I suddenly tasked with shaving this man’s stubble? She ha idea how to proceed!

“Dr. Shaw, stay focused,” Damien’s low, teasing voice cut through Cherise’s swirling thoughts.

Cherise’s heart skipped a beat. Is he deliberately calling me “Dr. Shaw” now? Is he intentionally trying to rattle me? Her hand trembled slightly as she held the razor. After a moment of inner turmoil, she decisively set the razor down on the sink firmly and turned to Damien carnestly. “Actually, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Damien’s silent scrutiny intensified, casting a palpable tension over the room. Cherise felt a surge of nervousness under his penetrating gaze. Yet, some conversations couldn’t be delayed any longer. She steeled herself. Let’s just get it over with! Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Yesterday, Lucy approached me and divulged a lot, Cherise began, taking a deep breath. Meeting see that I shouldn’t have doubted you because of Sebastian’s words or those supposed pieces of evidence.”

Damien was taken aback and in a daze. Is she truly going to address these matters? In the moments leading up to her confession, he had mentally braced himself for the possibility of her seeking a divorce or a breakup. But… A glimmer of hope subtly flickered across Damien’s features. Still, he maintained a composed façade, his expression betraying no hint of emotion. “And?” he prompted calmly.