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?

never fathomed her softened tone, which

knowingly played this game, which is evident in her calculated words.

carefully chosen words

“Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call

his spouse, I, too, wish for an

your deliberate choice of words only muddies the waters between you and

husband maintains a distance from you.”

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

waiting for Yolanda’s retort, Cherise terminated

to sow discord between her and

No way!

“Finished?”

time. Damien stood outside, exuding the scent of tobacco and the chill of the night air, a smile gracing his lips. “Just like the conduct of Mrs. Lenoir.”

checks flushed crimson. “You… you heard

“Mhmm.”

smile, Damien entered the car, closing the door. His imposing frame once again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool,

“I’ve told you I’m not a

eyes, you’ll always be my dear, my little

her body, Cherise pouted, poised to retaliate.

anger, she met Damien’s gaze. “Damien!”

“Yes, it’s me,”