My Blind Husband

In reality, after the interactions throughout the day, he felt that it wouldn’t be a bad thing if Cherise continued to live in blissful ignorance.

They could start anew, and she wouldn’t have to bear the weight of so many painful memories.

Isn’t it nice when you forget things sometimes? Like, it’s almost like a little bit of happiness, right? He thought to himself, casting his downwards.

“Of course, I truly wish to recall the things from before,” Cherise’s clear voice interrupted Damien’s thoughts. She pursed her lips, looking somewhat aggrieved as she gazed at him. “Everyone has a past filled with memories, but I have none. I don’t even know where I come from, what my parents’ names are, or if they are still alive.

“Regarding my situation, I have to take your words as truth. I have no memories, so I have no way to confirm or deny.”

After speaking, she took a deep breath and gazed at Damien with seriousness and solemnity. “I truly wish to remember. I want to know what my past was like, what kind of person I used to be, and…”

Cherise closed her eyes and added softly, “I want to understand why I was covered in blood that day and returned in the pouring rain without a word.

“I want to know who the villain in my hazy memories is and what connection he has to me…”

Damien’s lips turned thin as he narrowed his eyes. “You mentioned there is a villain in your mind?”

Cherise nodded honestly, “Yes, there is such a malevolent person.

“He said disrespectful things to me, and it seems like he also intends to do inappropriate things to me…”

The woman raised one hand to support her head, furrowing her brow as she tried hard to recall the faint images that had once surfaced in her mind.

But the more she tried, the more she felt like she was blanking out everything.

It felt like there was a barrier in her mind preventing her from recollecting those memories.

After pondering for a long time, her headache intensified, yet she still couldn’t remember anything.

Cherise could only reluctantly give up. “In any case, its very uncomfortable. That faceless person has been pressuring me at every turn. As for what he said. I’m not certain.”

“Well…” Before Damien could respond, Mr. Hampson hurriedly interjected them. “Madam, do you remember what he did to you?”

“Mr. Hampson!”

Before Cherise could reply, she heard Damien’s low voice. With a hardened edge, he rebuked, “Aren’t you being too intrusive?”

Mr. Hampson’s face paled as he instinctively took a step back. “I apologize, sir. I’m just concerned about the rumors circulating If madam is certain that nothing of that sort occurred, we can confidently…”

“Confidently inform others?” Damien raised his jet-black eyes, the icy shards in his gaze enough to plunge one straight into an icy cave.

Receiving Damien’s anger, Mr. Hampson promptly lowered his head. “I’m just trying to do things good for you two…”

“No need!” Damien’s dark eyes bore holes into him. “I don’t want to hear this again, and I don’t want Cherry to face such inquiries in the future. What happens between us as a couple does not require explanation to anyone outside!”

The table trembled slightly from the force of Damien’s anger.

Mr. Hampson pursed his lips and sighed softly, “I understand.”

After speaking, the middle-aged man silently withdrew.

The scene before her left Cherise somewhat stunned. She blinked her eyes in incredulity, still shocked by the turn of events.

Then, she gazed blankly at Damien. “Mr. Hampson did not say anything inappropriate… why were you so harsh to him?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Damien turned around, his expression shifting from stern to gentle. “He said something he shouldn’t have said.”

Cherise bit her lip and looked at Damien with a hint of timidity in her eyes. “Then… what if I say something I shouldn’t say in the future…”