Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 1072 A Long-due Response The sroutine played out before Savannah's eyes again. The last tSteve bought a corndog for Cherise, she shook her head and said, "Again? I remember telling you that I don't like these." Annoyed, she would set it in front of Savannah.

He would then smile sheepishly and say, "Really? Perhaps I remembered incorrectly," while scratching the back of his head.

The next the rolled around, he would still present Cherise with the exact sfood and give the sexcuse.

Savannah had always thought that Steve had the memory of a goldfish. But this time, Cherise's revelation finally pulled the curtain on his behavior.

His memory wasn't poor at all. In fact, it was excellent.

Savannah was touched that he played a fool all these while just to win her favor. Her eyes gradually shifted from the food to the average, homely man standing before her.

Steve was straight-up ugly compared to a dashing hunk like Trent Boult. She admitted that this had always been her perception of him.

high school, every girl in their class agreed that they wouldn't marry Steve even if they were desperate for a husband in the future. Their reasoning? They

at the naïve and jovial Steve. All prejudice against him melted away, and even though he was grinning like a child,

lack of reaction, he pursed his lips and glanced at Cherise. "I bought these corndogs for you. Aren't you going to eat them?" he

slight frown, she snatched corndogs from his hand, "I know you bought them for me." "Cherise doesn't like this. You've known that since high school,"

managed to squeeze out an awkward smile. "I have a poor memory," he said, giving the sexcuse like he always

repeated, "You idiot." He frowned, "Sav, are you..." "Shut up," she interrupted, "I'm scolding you, so just shut up and listen." "...Okay, I'm

an idiot," he parroted,

big, stupid idiot." "You're

together tightly, giving in to the tears rolling down her cheeks. She turned away, longed to throw herself into Steve's bosom and embrace

fingers around his. "You've likedfor so many years..." she mumbled, gradually looking back into his eyes. "Why didn't

didn't couldn't meet his

closely guarded ecrets to Savannah. Cherise knew she had to leave the scene she had created. Taking advantage of her petite figure, she slipped into the gap between the two and sprinted for the door. "I'm going to look for my husband. You guys talk it out!" she yelled and left

but Damien reached out his hand and pulled her into his arms. He patted her head, perplexed by her frantic behavior. "How did the et conversation with Savannah go?" he asked. She turned her head back towards Savannah and Steve's direction and pursed her lips nervously. "It's... going well." He glanced at where she