Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 1083

Chapter 1083 Bracing the Storm Contrary to the anticipations of the spectators, Damien rose from his seat and drew Cherise into his arms, bestowing a tender kiss upon her forehead as he whispered softly, "I have my reasons for orchestrating things in this manner." "I assure you, my words will ring true. I will undoubtedly fulfill my pledge to return with you so that you can have fun with the water activities and bask in the beauty of the flowers at a later time, alright?" In an unexpected display, a man typically characterized by his cool and distant demeanor revealed a tender facet of himself in Cherise's presence.

The other women seated around the table, who had eagerly awaited Cherise's potential humiliation, now clenched their teeth in irritation.

What virtuous acts had Cherise performed to warrant such a devoted husband? Despite the almost palpable hostility emanating from the women surrounding her, Cherise displayed no hint of satisfaction. Instead, she arched an eyebrow and cast a skeptical glance at Damien. "What's the meaning of this?" Cherise held a firm belief in her understanding of Damien.

Throughout their ttogether, he had consistently honored every promise made to her.

Thus, his decision to delay their plans and depart indicated that something significant must have arisen, demanding his immediate presence.

pressed her lips together, opting not to press the matter further in front of the assembled onlookers. With a nonchalant gesture, she directed her attention elsewhere as though everything was well and

of unease gnawed at Cherise's stomach, casting a shadow over

with Damien's cryptic promise to disclose the truth later. Compounding her unease was her awareness of her own alcohol tolerance, prompting her

flow, Cherise couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the palm tree situated behind her. Unbeknownst to anyone else, it had

struck ten

feigned intoxication, reclining motionless upon the

the table's occupants had departed, leaving Steve to support the intoxicated Savannah while casting a glance toward Damien, who remained seated in his chair. "What tare

something," he began. "When the day breaks, escort her to Elvis's residence located in the Shaw's village." Apprehension seized Steve, a furrow forming on his brow. "The villagez where the Shaws reside in... Elvis' residence... Are you suggesting returning her to her foster father's

table, her heart

refusing to emit even a whimper, her mind churned

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