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!”

leaving Mr. Whitlock in a

in his office, Mr. Whitlock grappled with the unsettling

received feature his wife and

the one he had entrusted to Samson only the

a flurry of realization, he hastily dialed

“Good day, sir.”

979 Unveiled

with grief. “I

slumped in his chair, the weight of his actions crashing

was the end in more ways

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

with a warm smile.

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

out on the table behind Frances–Italian, Western, meat, vegetarian…

by the extravagance and

me?” she finally managed to ask, a hint of disbelief coloring

this a tad

her smile unwavering. “If you want anything else, just let me know. As long as I’m capable,

by the

before her, what more could she conceivably desire?

portion before urging Frances and the other servants

nodded appreciatively. “As long as you’re satisfied, madam,” she replied. “We,