Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 979 Unveiled Truths

Cherise felt a warm flush creep into her cheeks as she glanced at the scattered clothes, memories of the previous night flooding her mind like a rushing tide.

Quietly, she retreated to the bathroom for a shower, the weight of the situation pressing heavily upon her. She couldn’t help but blame Mr. Whitlock for the predicament they found themselves in.

Why had he insisted on them listening to that recorder together?

In the end…

Ultimately, she found herself gravitating towards Damien of her own volition.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this entire debacle was not entirely her fault–Mr. Whitlock’s meddling had set this chain of events into motion.

After her shower, Cherise’s phone rang, signaling an incoming call from Mr. Whitlock.

“Mrs. Lenoir,” inquired Mr. Whitlock with a tone that held a tinge of apprehension, “Have you and Mr. Lenoir had the chance to peruse the recording I provided together, as I suggested?”

With a sardonic curve gracing her lips, Cherise responded, “Indeed, we have, Mr. Whitlock.”

“Mr. Whitlock,” Cherise continued, her voice tinged with a knowing edge, “It appears your spouse and Mr. Samson share a rather peculiar rapport; would you not agree?”

Taken aback by the revelation, Mr. Whitlock stammered, “How did you come to learn of my wife’s association with Samson…”

Before he could finish, Cherise interjected sharply, “The recording you submitted, was it not their voices that resonated within its confines? I would advise against such jests in the future, sir!”

conversation, leaving Mr.

office, Mr. Whitlock grappled with

the audio recording Cherise received feature his wife and Samson?

entrusted to Samson only the day

he hastily dialed a familiar number. “Hello, Samson…”

“Good day, sir.”

979 Unveiled Truths

laden with grief. “I am his spouse. Sammy

he slumped in his chair, the weight of his

end in

ending the call, Cherise busied herself by gathering the scattered clothes and starting the washing machine before making her way downstairs.

greeted her with

I prepared a nutritious breakfast for you,” Frances chirped. “What

spread out on the table behind Frances–Italian, Western, meat, vegetarian… it was a

taken aback by the extravagance and struggled

managed to ask, a hint of disbelief

a tad

you want anything else, just let

fell silent, feeling overwhelmed by the

before

and the other servants to help themselves. “Please,

satisfied, madam,” she replied. “We, the servants, won’t partake in these.”