My Blind Husband

The man persisted in teasing her, “If you count to ten I’ll know what to do.”

Cherise rolled her eyes, saying, “Do you think I’m a child?”

Despite her words, she still glanced at his face and began counting.

“One, two, three, four... nine, ten!”

As she reached ten, a small truck pulled up outside the Lenoir Group Building.

Two men and a woman emerged from the truck.

The men appeared to be laborers, while the woman had a gentle demeanor reminiscent of someone involved in charity work.

With a smile, the woman ushered the men inside, “Mr. Lenoir, | appreciate your willingness to donate food to the children at the orphanage in Adonia...”

Damien rose from his seat and addressed the lady, “Its not me who wishes to donate. It’s my wife.”

“My wife is compassionate and understands the challenges faced by the children at the orphanage, so she specifically requested me to reach out to you to donate drumsticks to the children.”

Upon hearing this, the woman turned to Cherise with a smile, “Mrs. Lenoir is truly generous and kind- hearted!” “Mrs. Lenoir’s kindness is remarkable, which explains why she has such a wonderful husband like Mr. Lenoir...” The director of the orphanage showered Cherise with praise.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Feeling slightly embarrassed by the compliments, Cherise could only offer a sheepish smile to the woman in charge. “In that case, let’s load these drumsticks onto the truck together,” she said as she gestured to the drumsticks before them.

The woman raised her hand, halting Cherise, “There’s no need for you to do that. Our two workers from the orphanage can handle it perfectly!”

With a wave of her hand, the two men promptly began loading the truck.

The truck was soon filled to the brim with drumsticks.

Following the suggestion of the female director, Damien and Cherise trailed their car to the orphanage.

Inside the orphanage home's cafeteria, a group of children sat quietly at the tables, awaiting their meal.

In contrast to children like Serafina, who were born into privilege, the children at the orphanage appeared particularly thin. However, their bright black eyes shone like grapes-they still had their spirits.

On the role of volunteers,

Due to understaffing at the orphanage, Cherise and Damien even donning the volunteer attire and distributing drumsticks to the children.

The orphanage housed numerous children. The drumsticks from the small truck would likely only suffice for two or three meals.

After distributing the drumsticks to the children that evening, Cherise and Damien leaned against the small window outside the cafeteria, observing the children enjoying their meal.

“Do you see that girl? She resembles you.”

Damien smiled, pointing to a little girl with two ponytails. Her round face was decorated with two round eyes and pink puffy lips, earnestly devouring a drumstick. “Were you like her when you were young?”

Cherise shook her head and replied, “I’m not sure.” Damien furrowed his brow slightly. “You’re not sure?” “No,” she said matter-of-factly.

After a pause, Cherise took a deep breath and added, I’m uncertain if | ate drumsticks like that as a child.” Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest

“Because when | was young... | never had drumsticks.” Her lips pursed, memories flooding back to her days in the Shaw's Village.

During that time, her uncle and aunt's family lived in poverty. Despite raising many chickens, the roosters were sold for money, and the hens were kept for egg production. Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest

Cherise never tasted drumsticks in her youth.

She vividly recalled the first time she had drumsticks.

It was when she entered junior high school and moved to study in Shawberry. Seated next to Sebastian, the plump boy consumed large quantities of food daily.

He confided that his parents didn’t care for him and that his grandparents didn’t show affection. He also mentioned that he felt lonely and isolated, so he ate to alleviate his sorrow. Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest