Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 35 Why Don't I Feed You

But she thought about it. Since Damien could instruct Cressa's dad to pick her up at school, he should also know what had happened to her in school.

When she thought about it, she couldn't help but glance at Damien again.

She initially thought she had married a disabled person and had to care for him.

But now, she found him even more mystifying.

She even felt that as a so-called healthy person, he was caring for her more...

Damien scratched his lips apathetically. "Do you really think I'm a blind man oblivious to what's happening in the outside world?"

The man's deep voice sounded like he was laughing at himself.

Cherise immediately waved her hands. "No, it's not that!"

"I just find it strange..."

"There's nothing strange about it."

Damien poured another cup of tea and sipped it. "You said you want to care for me. I'm just reciprocating the favor."

Cherise was dumbstruck.

Is this considered reciprocating the favor?Moreover, I don't think I've caredfor him, right?

Other than that time at Lenoir Residence...

She took off her bag and put it on the couch as she thought about it. "Why don't I make you something delicious for dinner to thank you?"

Back in the countryside, she could cook for the entire family alone. Her aunt and uncle even complimented her skills!

She couldn't repay him in any other way, but she was skilled at cooking.

The man in the wheelchair picked at his lips indifferently. "Sure."

She got to work.

Ten minutes later, the girl in the pink apron entered the kitchen.

She was familiar with the kitchen tools from the last time she made breakfast, so Cherise was entirely in her element as she made dinner this time.

Cherise moved swiftly when she prepared food. Frances had initially brought a few servants to help her but realized she was self-sufficient in the kitchen alone.

A trace of a smile was on the corners of Damien's lips when he saw the woman bustling around in the kitchen, as busy as a bee.

The butler stood next to him with wrinkled brows. "Mr. Lenoir, you've used your connections. with two subordinates in the past few days, the Belcourt family and Randall Lyes... Especially Randall today. If someone deliberately starts investigating, they'll quickly discover the private relationship between you and Lyes Enterprise..."

His voice was filled with worry. "It isn't time to show your hand yet. You're showing so much of your power for Mrs. Lenoir now. Are you..."

The butler's intentions were clear.

No mishap could appear in Damien's long-laid plans because of Cherise.

The man, whose eyes were covered with black silk, was displeased. "I have my limits."

As a 'handicapped' person who had been disabled for so many years, those people wouldn't pay much attention to him now that he had married someone as harmless as Cherise.

"You should still... be careful."

The butler couldn't help but remind him.

Damien leaned back in the wheelchair and shut his eyes. "You've been very chatty recently. Is it too tiring to be with me?"

“If that's the case, I can give you a break and send you to be Blake's sparring partner.”

The butler's face paled, and he finally kept quiet..

Cherise bustled about in the kitchen for one and a half hours.

After placing the last dish on the dining table, she looked at the table full of food, satisfied. She turned and ran to Damien's side. "I'm done. Do you want to eat now or later?" The woman's sweet voice rang in his ears. Damien scratched his lips indifferently. "Now."

"I'll push you there."

Cherise's voice was slightly excited. "I made my best dishes today. Try them and see if it's to your liking. Tell me which dish you like. I can make it for you every day!" She had wheeled him to the dining table as she spoke.

She smiled and handed Damien cutlery but felt something was wrong. "I forgot you can't see... Why don't... I feed you?"