Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 504 Bumping into The Difficult Tristan

Cherise’s lips tightened into a thin line. A part of her yearned to stay, to bask in the comfort of her parents’ presence.

But reason prevailed. As a daughter, she understood the importance of granting her parents the privacy they needed for their reconnection.

With a contrived smile, she turned to Beckham, “Well, Dad, we should probably head out now. Please take care of Mom.”

Beckham’s reassuring wink conveyed his message. “Don’t you fret, my dear. With me here, she’s in capable hands.”

After bidding farewell to Charisa, Cherise returned to the car with Damien.

Cherise leaned back in the passenger seat as they merged onto the highway, her gaze drifting toward the passing scenery. Her mind wandered through the labyrinth of memories, intertwining. the past and future of Beckham and Charisa’s bond.

Suddenly, the unfamiliar landscape outside the window caught her attention.

Cherise’s brow furrowed, “Where are we going?”

Residence, Damien replied.

to a halt, he gallantly opened the door and retrieved a stack of invitations from within. “Despite the Lenoirs’ disdain for me,” he confessed, “I’ve always

of Cherise Shaw interacting intimately with her parents tugged at Damien’s heartstrings, stirring a deep-seated longing for the parental love he once knew. Yet, all that remained were the bitter remnants of a shattered relationship, a void mirrored by his mother,

a deep breath, Damien extended his hand towards Cherise. “Let’s deliver these invitations and head home, shall we?” he suggested. Damien extended his hand to Cherise Shaw, guiding her out of the car. Still reeling from the emotional encounter

only to find the

mind drifted back to her first visit

held a starkly different atmosphere.

door swung open, revealing Tristan, his one visible eye betraying a mixture of surprise and disdain. He

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darting between Cherise and

response. “Nick,” he began, calling Tristan

his voice dripping with disdain. Tve forfeited that privilege long

flashed with fury as he gestured towards his bandaged eye.

Cherise’s composure. Her fists clenched at her sides as anger coursed