My Blind Husband

Chapter 927 Masters of This House 

“| couldn’t take it if | were from the Weiss family!” Lenoir Manor’s servants would secretly gossip in the corner after cleaning in the morning. “But Mr. Lenoir is so handsome when he’s arrogant... | love it!”

“That’s right. | also admire Mr. Lenoir’s personality. If anyone harasses my woman, I’d stand up for her!” “But it's a shame that Mrs. Lenoir...”. “Do you think Mrs. Lenoir really had an affair with Sebastian?”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“| suspect it’s highly likely. Mr. Weiss isn’t a fool. If Mrs. Lenoir hadn’t slept with him, why would he transfer the assets worth one billion to Mr. Lenoir?”

“Ah...” When Cherise came downstairs in the morning, she overheard the young servants whispering in the corner. Her eyes widened,

and she approached them curiously. “What are you discussing? Who is Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir?” The woman’s doubtful voice made the servants’ complexion pale instantly.

“M-Mrs. Lenoir...”

Cherise furrowed her brow. When she saw the servants staring at her and calling her ‘Mrs. Lenoir,’ she instinctively turned to look behind her, only to see Frances wiping the windows diligently. The woman was suddenly enlightened. “Is she Mrs. Lenoir?”

The servants were startled and unsure of what to say. They could only nod absentmindedly. “So if she’s Mrs. Lenoir, who is Mr. Lenoir?” Cherise grabbed one of them and asked, “Is Mr. Lenoir her husband?” The servant was on the verge of tears. “Please don’t make this difficult for us...”

At this time, Mr. Hampson walked over and gave Frances instructions. Frances paused, nodded. earnestly, and smiled at Mr. Hampson. “Don’t worry. Looking after people is my duty.” Cherise suddenly understood. “That must be Mr. Lenoir, right?” She slapped her forehead. “They truly make a perfect pair!” The servants took the opportunity to quickly walk away while Cherise had her back turned.

When Damien came downstairs, he saw his wife gazing intently at Bigiecs and Mr. Hampson. Th

gad IWfted when Ke Sew her AN fone attentively. “You're up early.” Cherise nodded. She pursed her lips and approached Damien quickly. “I met two more people.” Damien raised his brows slightly and followed her gaze. “Who are they?”

“Those two over there!” Cherise pointed earnestly at Frances and Mr. Hampson. “The servants said they're Mr. and Mrs. Pee Tyeqwamean! ptsed\heFlip andlocked up at Damien, slightly perplexed. “Are they the masters of this house?” Damien was somewhat taken aback. He realized that Cherise seemed to have misunderstood something. Hence, he led her to a sofa in the corner. “Who do you think they are?”

“They must be the owners of this place.” Cherise began to analyze seriously. “They're the oldest m Stouts sshefe. thidoked\Srduind. This V rand and luxurious house must belong to a successful middle-aged person. Therefore, they must be the masters of this house.” The woman grew more convinced as she spoke. “That must be the case.”

Damien smiled helplessly and reached out to hold her hands. “So, who do you think | am?” Cherise pursed her lips, instinctively trying to pull her hands away from Damien, but the man held on firmly. She couldn't free her hands at all.