Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 860 Nocturnal Intrigue

Yolanda’s voice dripped with flirtation in the delicate cocoon of her ear. “Damien, you mentioned you’d come over once Cherise drifts into slumber. When might that be?”

“I’m a bit weary. When do you think Cherise will doze off?”

“Why not utilize the sleeping pills you’ve prepared? Didn’t you prepare them?”

Cherise offered no reply.

She simply listened, her silence a canvas for Yolanda’s monologue, punctuated by soft utterances of “Mm,” “Ah,” “Okay.”

“Excellent. Let’s convene at our usual haunt tomorrow!”

Confronted with Yolanda’s buoyant tone, Cherise sighed inwardly, rubbing her temples. “Ms. Weiss.”

Finally, Yolanda exclaimed through the line, “You are…”

“I am Cherise.”

With the phone nestled in her palm, Cherise sighed again, her brow furrowing.

While she didn’t consider her initial “hello” particularly loud, it wasn’t muted.

If her voice reached Yolanda’s ears, why did Yolanda persist in this charade?

her softened tone, which could mirror Damien’s

knowingly played this game, which is

behind her carefully chosen words was

presumed your late call was in pursuit of an accord regarding

wish

deliberate choice of words only muddies the waters between you

I concur that my husband maintains a

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“It’s late, Ms. Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll succeed in winning over

retort, Cherise terminated the

sow discord between her and Damien with such crude

No way!

“Finished?”

the chill of the night air, a smile gracing his lips. “Just

flushed crimson. “You… you heard

“Mhmm.”

Damien entered the car, closing the door. His imposing frame once again enveloped Cherise.

weakly pushed against him. “I’ve told you I’m not

always be my dear, my little fool.”

her body, Cherise pouted, poised

of surprise and anger,

“Yes, it’s me,”