Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 1004 No Vacancy

Jacob emitted a quiet sound of acknowledgment, and his lips pressed together in a tight line as he nodded.

“Fair enough,” Lennon conceded. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before announcing. “I’ll gather my belongings and seek refuge at Lenoir Manor.”

Surprise flickered across Jacob’s features, and Damien interjected, “There’s no vacancy.”

“I’ll crash on the couch,” Lennon retorted, determination lacing his words.

“I’d rather let a stray dog crash on my couch,” Damien countered.

Lennon fell into a tense silence, grappling with the turn of events. Frustration bubbled within him. “D*mn it!” He hurled the pen from his grasp, watching it clatter against the floor. “Damien, are we even friends?” he seethed.

“It’s precisely because we’re friends that I can’t let you crash here,” Damien shot back, his brow wrinkling. Lucy’s warning echoed in his mind, her words from her last visit haunting him. “Don’t breathe a word to Lennon that I’ve been here. If you do, I’ll never return, even if Cherise is in a bind

next time.”

doesn’t want any encounters with you,” he declared firmly. “Even if you can’t confront her here, you can still catch a glimpse of her from a distance outside. But if you do show up,

Lennon offered a bitter smile on the video call, his voice tinged

you unconditionally, only to be left high and dry in the end. How could you subject her to such pain if your

shot up, his eyes brimming with anguish. “What have I done to her?!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion. “That’s not what I

Jacob asserted, his eyes narrowing with skepticism. He adopted a scornful tone. “If you didn’t love her, why stay with her? And if you were with her, why not implement any precautions?” As a physician, he comprehended the sacrifices

icily before Jacob could conclude. “You’re not privy to

Lennon mustered a bitter smile and shook his head. “Forget it,” he muttered, resigned. “Just catching a glimpse of her from a distance will suffice.”

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stirred from her sleep, finding her pillow damp with tears. She couldn’t quite grasp why she had been weeping, but remnants

the door as she entered, bearing a tray of