My Blind Husband

Chapter 26

Chapter 26 A Burden

Cherise’s figure trembled slightly. She subconsciously turned to glance at Damien next to her.

The man was still leaning back in his chair like before. He hadn’t moved.

She took a deep breath and picked up the pen to write her reply. ‘Of course, he isn’t mute. He speaks!‘

‘So why isn’t he saying anything?‘

Cherise wrinkled her brows as she looked at what Lucy had written.

That’s right. Why isn’t he saying anything?

Since Blake had pushed him to the school’s back door, he didn’t seem to have said anything until now.

She bit her lips and racked her brains before she sighed. ‘Damien must be angry.

‘Why is he angry?”

‘Perhaps he feels like he married a burden.’

Perhaps when Damien married her, he never thought her family would be so complicated.

Not only did she have aunts who wanted money from her uncle, but she also had a shameless cousin like Nicky.

‘A burden?‘

Lucy was confused at the word Cherise used.

‘Wealthy people don’t like troublesome people. My relatives are very troublesome.

Cherise sighed deeply. She suddenly felt that the pen in her hands was slightly heavy.

After a long time, she wrote down her worst thought. ‘Perhaps he’s already planning to divorce me.’

Women had boundless imaginations.

The man, whose eyes were covered by black silk, leaned back in his chair and shook his head subtly. A trace of a smile was in the corners of his lips.

The car quickly arrived at an intersection near Lucy’s house.

“I can get down here.”

Lucy said to Mr. Kolson before patting Cherise’s shoulder gently. “Don’t think of the worst.” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After she left, Cherise leaned in her chair and was lost in thought as she watched the landscape outside the window sweep past continuously.

Don’t think of the worst.

She wasn’t thinking of the worst now, It was the reality.

“Has your cousin always treated you like this?”

Chapter 26 A Burden

The man’s deep voice rang softly in her ears when she was lost in thought.

Cherise was startled and turned. The man, whose eyes were covered with black silk, was still in his previous posture as he leaned back. A thoughtful expression was on his face.

She pursed her lips. “I’m thinking about what to eat for dinner.”

A relaxed smile was on the corners of the man’s lips. “Have you decided?”

Her mind was restless, and she wanted him to stop asking her. “Not… yet.”

“Let’s eat out for a change. I happen to want something different today.”

After that, the man spoke indifferently to Mr. Kolson, who was driving. “To Garden Paradise.”

Mr. Kolson was slightly taken aback. “Are you sure, Mr. Lenoir?”

“Yes. Tell Blake to get ready.”

“Alright.”

Their conversation left Cherise baffled.

They were just going out for a meal. Why did it sound so serious?

What did Blake have to prepare?

Thirty minutes later, Cherise and Damien arrived at the so–called Garden Paradise. She finally understood why Mr. Kolson had reacted that way.

The so–called Garden Paradise wasn’t a restaurant. It was the rooftop of a hotel.

The hotel was over thirty floors high. It wasn’t tall or short but showcased Mondale’s evening scenery.

The rooftop’s security measures were comprehensive. It was also decorated gorgeously, but only one table

was there.

Mr. Kolson pushed Damien to the table, and Cherise sat across from him.

A waiter walked up to them. “Mr. Lenoir, would you like the usual course?”