My Blind Husband

Chapter 50

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His voice was cold and indifferent, as if he didn’t even care that he was Cherise’s husband. He acted more like a guest than a spouse.

His words had stirred up Ian’s emotions, but he kept his cool,

“You know my relationship with Cherise?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“How could I not know the man who asked my new bride out the day after my wedding?”

Damien spoke with his deep and gravelly voice, sending a shiver down the spine of the person at the other end of the call. “I can let you off once, seeing how you were a senior she respected in school. I will not be so forgiving next time.”

“I’ll give you ten seconds to decide whether you want to send her back to Swan Lake Chateau–or would you like to test my patience?”

Ian’s forehead was beaded with sweat.

“Who are you?”

“Cherise’s husband is nothing more than a middle–aged social climber!”

How could such a man have such a commanding presence?

“Middle–aged social climber.”

He lowered his voice and repeated the words, then chuckled. “That’s the most creative insult I’ve ever received.”

“You have seven more seconds.”

“Six, five, four, three…”

“I’ll send her back.”

Ian wasn’t afraid of his threat, but he wasn’t willing to risk anything for a married lady like Cherise. It just wasn’t worth it.

He sighed deeply and turned the car around to drive towards Swan Lake Chateau as soon as the call ended,

Seeing the white car drive away, a young teenager standing under the traffic light huffed as he kept the darts in his hands and skated away.

“I’m so hungry…”

Lenoir Manor.

Cherise finally awoke from her deep slumber, her senses assaulted by the smell of food.

“Are you awake?”

She was startled by the icy and unfriendly voice of Damien. “It’s time for you to feed me.”

Cherise

got up from the table with a start. She was lying on the dining table of Lenoir Manor

The man with his eyes covered by a black silk fabric sat across from her, sipping his tea confidently and elegantly.

Cherise was famished. “Can I eat first?”

“Of course not! You can only start eating when I’m full.” Damien’s lips curled into a smirk. “Hasn’t it always been this way?”

Cherise’s brows furrowed. She could feel her blood boil, but she kept her composure.

She took a deep breath and sat beside him, feeding him.

After he finished his meal, she started to devour her food.

Before she could finish, however, Damien insisted that she help him upstairs so he could shower and go to bed.

Cherise was utterly reluctant to fulfill his request, but she obeyed his demands and helped him to the elevator to head upstairs.

She almost fell asleep in his bathtub as she assisted him to freshen up inside. Soon, however, she was jolted awake by his hostile voice.

“Is it tiring to revise on your own?” NôvelDrama.Org content.

The man’s dark eyes stared at her intently as he leaned on the bathtub. “You could tell me about the problems you faced. I’m sure you wouldn’t feel as exhausted after.”

Cherise stared at him for a moment silently before shaking her head lightly. “You don’t have to. I can handle it on my own.“.

His eyes flashed with darkness when she plainly rejected his offer to help her.

He placed the towel she passed to him back into her arms and demanded in a rough voice, “I think you didn’t do a good job of bathing me. Start over.”

Cherise never expected Damien to make her start over. The exhaustion she had been feeling over the past few days finally made her lose her patience. “I think I did well,” she said.

“I told you to start over,” the man ordered, his voice dripping with disdain.

In the end, Cherise had to drain the water away in the tub and fill it in again. Damien stared at her emotionlessly throughout the process.