Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise’s hands shook slightly as she held Damien’s wheelchair. Damien’s words prompted her to

realize something. None of the servants bothered to come to them since they entered Lenoir

Residence. She looked at Damien’s chiseled facial features under the dim moonlight and felt pity for

him. His cousin, Tristan, bullied him because of his disability and molested his wife right before his

eyes. Furthermore, his aunt and uncle mocked him, never treating him with respect. As for his

grandfather… Previously, Cherise thought Damien’s grandfather cared about him. Otherwise, why

would he be concerned about Damien getting married? However, she witnessed how coldly Old Mr.

Lenoir treated Damien in Lenoir Residence. Thus, she believed Old Mr. Lenoir also disliked Damien.

She could not help but feel sad as she thought about this. Damien lost his closest family members from

a young age. Furthermore, his other relatives mistreated him. It must have been heartbreaking for

him… Cherise instinctively reached out and gently held his cold hand. His hand trembled slightly, jolting

her to her senses. She withdrew her hand abruptly as if scalded. Still, she said firmly, “I’m your family

now, and I’ll always be with you.” Damien appeared bewildered for a second. He turned to Cherise and

looked at her through the ribbon over his eyes. Cherise thought he did not hear her properly. Thus, she

repeated in earnest, “Although we… have only been married for one day, I’m not like them. I will be

loyal to you. Even if you’re cursed, I’m not afraid. I’ll always be with you.” Damien chuckled silently.

“Come here.” Cherise went to him obediently and was suddenly pulled into his embrace. His breaths

gently brushed against her neck, making her feel ticklish. He held her with one hand and used his other

hand to tuck her hair behind her ears gently. “Are you sure you’re not afraid?” The moon appeared

hazy, partially shrouded by wispy clouds. Cherise’s heart began to palpitate as she remained in

Damien’s embrace. The black silk over Damien’s eyes made him seem forbidding under the moonlight.

He looked alluring yet dangerous. Cherise could not help but blush. This handsome man has been my

husband since yesterday. I guess I’m lucky, right? Cherise looked adorably and alluring, with her

cheeks flushed. Damien repeated the question in his gruff voice. “You want to be with me? Are you not

afraid you could die?” Those words of warning sounded cold on his lips. It hurt Cherise’s heart to see

him like this. She nodded and looked into his eyes earnestly as she replied, “I’m not afraid.” Although

three of his fiancées died, I married him and survived. It means I have enough good luck for both of us!

Damien looked into her innocent and sincere gaze and sighed. “You silly girl.” However, a figure

suddenly dashed out of the house before Cherise could determine whether he meant those words as a

compliment. “Damien!” Tristan rushed toward them furiously with soot all over his face. His hair was a

mess, and his suit was disheveled. Furthermore, his cheek was swollen with a palm print on it. He

kicked Damien’s wheelchair violently and shouted, “You were usually so quiet that we thought you were

mute. Who knew you’re capable of instigating me at the right moment.” “I should have known you’re up

to no good.” “You egged me into fighting with the Belcourt family. Thanks to you, the Belcourt family

threatens to drag the matter to the public, causing Grandpa to take back the company he just gave me

to save his face!” “You blind b*stard! You tricked me!” Damien chuckled and said coldly, “Since you

knew I was up to no good, why did you still fall for it?” “Are you so stupid that you needed beating to

realize you shouldn’t have quarreled with them?” His tone was harsh and sarcastic, pushing the

already fuming Tristan off the edge. Tristan kicked Damien’s wheelchair several times, causing it to

wobble unstably. He thought he had kicked hard enough to make Damien fall out of the wheelchair.

Unexpectedly, a woman’s hands stabilized the wheelchair as it was about to tip over. Cherise held the

wheelchair still and glared at Tristan. “Don’t bully my husband!” Tristan was rendered speechless. He

could not believe his eyes when he saw her furious glare. Previously, Cherise was so meek and docile

that she did not dare to complain when he pinched her butt. Yet, she not only glared but scolded him.

He sneered and grabbed her chin. “Why? Are you going to defend him?” “Have you forgotten your

place? You can’t even protect yourself.” He laughed menacingly. “Aren’t you scared I’ll assault you right

before your useless husband?” He thought a woman who didn’t dare to complain when he molested

her would not dare to fight back. However, he was wrong. Cherise clenched her teeth. She removed

her high heel shoes and attacked Tristan’s face with them. “I don’t care if you bully me, but I’ll never

tolerate anyone bullying my husband!” “What makes you think no one cares about my husband? I’ll

have you know that I’m protecting him from now on!” Tristan was disoriented from being hit by

Cherise’s shoes. By the time he recovered, Cherise had run away barefoot, pushing Damien down the

flower-lined path and disappearing into the distance. Tristan wiped his face and smelled the stench of

blood. He cursed under his breath and thought to chase after them. However, Raymond shouted

behind him, “Get back here! Haven’t you humiliated yourself enough?” “But Dad, Damien schemed

against me!” “It’s because your mistake allowed him to do so!” Raymond glared at Tristan. “You have

better behave!” “Your grandfather is furious. If Damien tattle to him, you will lose your chance to get

money from that old man!” Tristan scoffed indifferently. “Grandpa doesn’t care much about him anyway.

It’s been years since he kicked Damien out of the house. He even arranged for Damien to marry a

country bumpkin. He’s not planning to let him inherit anything!” Raymond sneered. “Would he have

married that country bumpkin if I didn’t get rid of his three previous fiancées?” Tristan was stunned.

“His three late fiancées. Did you…” “I did it.” Raymond stood in the shadow and lit a cigarette. “Don’t

assume you can sit back and relax. Your grandfather cares about that cursed boy.” … Cherise kept

running, pushing Damien in his wheelchair. Desperate to escape, she finally found her way out of the

complicated flower-lined path. Still, she continued running until she and Damien arrived at the main

road. Once she confirmed Tristan did not run after them, she slumped to the ground and leaned

against the wheelchair, gasping for breath. She had not been this nervous for a long time. “Thank you.”

Damien reached for a bottle of mineral water at the side of the wheelchair and offered it to her. Cherise

twisted open the cap and drank a few gulps. She felt much better after that. Then, she wiped her sweat

and turned to Damien. “I ran too recklessly just now. Did I hurt you?” Damien leaned into his wheelchair

and smiled. “My butt is bruised all over from the rough ride.” Cherise was stunned before asking guiltily,

“Really?” “Do you want to see them?”