Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 908 An Invitation

‘However, I don’t need you to treat me to a meal. I’ve long forgotten the taste of my childhood. What I love the most now is the food my husband cooks.’

After carefully reviewing the message several times to ensure there were no typos or ambiguities, Cherise pressed the send button.

Two seconds after sending the message, she received a response from Sebastian.

He sent a smiling emoji and responded, ‘You may have forgotten the taste of your childhood, but I still remember it.

‘If you have time, let’s meet up for a meal. I remember where I bought the drumsticks for you back then.’

Perhaps afraid that Cherise would refuse again, he added, ‘I went back to that store a few days ago. It’s still there and hasn’t closed down.

Cherise gripped her phone tightly, her eyes shooting back and forth between the phone and the view outside, still uncertain about how to respond.

Taking a deep breath, she simply turned off her phone and decided not to respond.

But an uneasy feeling still coiled around her heart.

Was it really okay to stand up to an old classmate like this? She thought anxiously, leaving her feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

in mind, she looked up and glanced at the

was marked with dark circles under his eyes, and there were even traces

eyes.

few days had been exhausting for him,

contributed to his overexertion was her old classmate,

closed her eyes, ruminating between Sebastian and

the same person he was back

and night, holding her preciously in the palm of

tell which of these two people was more important to

car arrived at the

are you thinking

1/2

brought her attention back

a split second, she panicked and waved her hands

of further probing into her thoughts, he smiled faintly at her. “You

was at a loss for

moment ago. Why is

then, if he really likes children… I could give him more

her bag, tidied up her things, and got out of the car. Then she threw herself into his arms, kissing him on the cheeks. “Honey, do you really like children?” she asked,

to pinch her delicate face. “What do