Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 975 Late Night Revelation

You’re home, Cherise greeted Damien as he entered.

Her eyes, still carrying traces of sleepiness but unable to hide their innate clarity and brightness, as she fixed them on him. “Did you eat?”

“I grabbed a light bite at the office,” Damien replied, gently tucking her in with a thin blanket. I’ve told you not to wait up for me.”

“It’s already past ten,” he remarked, noting the lateness of the hour.

*If I hadn’t come back tonight, were you planning to sleep at the dining table?” Damien queried a hint of amusement in his tone.

Feeling a twinge of embarrassment, Cherise hesitated before admitting, “I have something to discuss with you.

Furrowing his brow, Damien inquired, “Why didn’t you call me if it was urgent?”

“I thought it would be better to talk in person,” Cherise explained as she rose from the bed.

Damien sighed in exasperation. “If it couldn’t wait, you could have asked me to come home earlier.

Cherise’s lips formed a slight pout, her voice tinged with hesitation. “I was concerned that… I might disturb your work if you were busy.”

After expressing her thoughts, she looked up at him with a gentle smile, her eyes reflecting. innocence and clarity. “I don’t mind waiting a bit longer. I have ample time.”

Damien furrowed his brow as he peered down at the petite figure seated on the bed.

soft light filtering through the lampshade illuminated her pure and fair visage, accentuating her ethereal

sensation stirred within

form without hesitation and cradled

girl,” he

held Cherise close, his embrace so tight that she

managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper.

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of the bed, his gaze steady as he regarded her. “What’s

named Mr. Whitlock, the former director of the research institute where 1 used to work,” Cherise explained, retrieving a voice recorder from the bedside table and passing it to Damien. “He

to pass it to you through me before she left Adania,” she added.

accepted the voice recorder, his brow furrowing in concern. “Yolanda gave

Cherise confirmed, her lips

must

at her with a hint of

nightly routine typically led her to bed

into familiar patterns–early to bed and early to rise, waking