Chapter 1 Aren’t You Afraid of Death?

  • “Uhm… should I undress and get on the bed first or… help you undress first?” Cherise Shaw asked cautiously, standing at the bathroom door with her body wrapped in a towel.

  • It was her wedding night.

  • The wheelchair-bound man, who was blindfolded with black silk, would be her husband from now on.

  • This was her first time seeing him in person, and he was more good-looking than in pictures. The man had distinct facial features, with a sharp nose and thick eyebrows. His tall and slender figure matched the image of Cherise’s dream man. But alas, he was a disabled, blind man.

  • Some accused Damien Lenoir of being a jinx, causing his parents to pass away when he was nine and his elder sister’s demise when he was thirteen. Not only that, his three fiancées passed away one after another.

  • When she first heard the rumors, Cherise was intimidated, but her uncle, Elvis Shaw, claimed the Lenoir family would fund her grandmother, Mary Dawson’s treatment. For the sake of Mary, she was willing to take the risks.

  • Perceiving no response from Damien, Cherise thought he didn’t hear her, so she repeated her question.

  • “Ha! Do you know who I am?” The aloof man slowly removed the black silk and glanced at Cherise coldly.

  • His gaze was so cold that Cherise instinctively shivered, but she soon comforted herself not to be afraid. He was a blind man, after all! Nonetheless, she was surprised to perceive such a profound gaze from a blind man.

  • Cherise had not seen a blind man, so she wasn’t sure, but she answered him honestly. “I know.”

  • Damien frowned. “Aren’t you afraid of death?”

  • He looked more composed and intimidating after the blindfold was removed.

  • keep my promise to bear you children and

  • out a sarcastic

  • briefly before

  • to marry Damien. It was natural for a wife to bathe her disabled

  • get the bath ready.” With that, Cherise went into

  • his brows as he watched Cherise disappear. In fact, he had sent his men to investigate her. The woman’s background was as simple as it could be – she came from a poor family in a village and was willing to marry an infamous jinx

  • which were socialites in Adania and came from wealthy families. However, they were brutally assassinated the night before the wedding. To

  • insignificant for others to bother about her,

  • Damien was lost in thought, the bathroom door was opened. He was momentarily stunned when he lifted his eyes to see the petite woman walk out of the steamy

  • water vapor dampened her lengthy, black hair, with a few strands hanging above her collarbones. The towel wrapping

  • the bed. Her clothes were neatly arranged in the suitcase. She took out a white lace sleepwear and tore off the price tag before putting

  • innocent act took on a different meaning in

  • the bathroom. She assisted him into the bathroom and started

  • of emotions. She was so focused, as

  • and blouse, then… When only the underwear was left, Cherise pulled back

  • in his eyes. “You can’t bathe thoroughly without removing

  • You’re right.” Cherise turned away and reached

  • was startled. Staring coldly at her focused look, he furrowed his brows. Is this woman really dumb, or is she putting on an act? She doesn’t seem to be embarrassed

  • way to the bathtub.” Cherise carefully helped Damien into the bathtub as if she had

  • patted her face to calm down before asking

  • “Mm-hmm.”

  • behind her ears and turned around to rummage through the cabinet. Moments later, she returned with a

  • actually planned to bathe him on

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