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?

softened tone, which could

game, which

behind her carefully chosen words was

a deep breath, Cherise offered a faint smile. “Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an accord

too, wish for an amicable resolution.”

your deliberate choice of words only muddies the

my husband maintains

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her tone turned icy. “It’s late, Ms. Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your

retort,

her and Damien with such crude

No way!

“Finished?”

time. Damien stood outside, exuding the scent of tobacco and the

“You…

“Mhmm.”

door. His imposing frame once again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool, you’ve grown, defending the

told you I’m

eyes, you’ll always be my dear, my little fool.”

body, Cherise pouted, poised to

a mix of surprise and anger, she met

“Yes, it’s me,”