Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

So… Such was the perception others held of her–flirtatious, seductive, feigning innocence, and repulsive.

Confronted with these unfounded allegations, Cherise harbored no anger, merely finding them absurd.

The time for wrath had passed when she had already elucidated the situation with Sebastian to Damien.

Now, confronted with these accusations, she couldn’t help but find them bemusing.

There were too many who blindly trailed the crowd, too many who propagated rumors.

What mattered to these individuals, who had never even crossed paths with her, about her relationship with Damien, lifestyle, or character?

With a deep breath, she cast the magazine aside and turned her gaze, only to find Blake fixedly staring in a particular direction.

She furrowed her brow, trailing his gaze–towards a young female student.

Innocent and charming, adorned with large glasses and double ponytails, she emitted a cute and pure aura.

With brisk steps, she approached the desk diagonally across from them, deftly retrieving a thermos from her backpack and rising to pour water.

From Cherise and Blake’s vantage point, they could admire her lovely profile.

Blake sat beside Cherise, silently observing her, his admiration and fondness evident in his gaze.

It appeared that the locale he often mentioned visiting was where he sought glimpses of this girl.

Finally venturing out, she found herself dragged by an enamored teenager to see the object of his affection.

Sensing Blake’s gaze, the girl completed pouring water and made her way over, striding towards Blake.

Shyly, she glanced at him and spoke, “Have you been busy lately? I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

Blake blushed and attempted to reply but his nomies hetraved him. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Witnessing his unease, Cherise swiftly interjected, “He sustained an injury a few days ago and has been recuperating. It’s not that he declined to come.

The girl regarded Blake with surprise, concern knitting her brows. “You were injured? Are you feeling better now? What happened?”

Blake’s blush deepened, his words stumbling, “It’s nothing, really.”

“Well, as long as you’re okay…

The girl delicately retrieved a candy from her pocket and placed it before Blake, her lips forming a subtle pout. Tve been keeping these for you since you’ve been absent.

Cherise counted the candies, noting there were seven or eight.

So, this girl had been diligently saving a sweet treat for Blake daily, eagerly anticipating his return?

The tender display of youthful affection sparked a tinge of jealousy in Cherise.

Are you… his girlfriend?”

As Cherise pondered the longing for love as exquisite as the moment, the young woman beside her interjected. “He’s never brought you here before, so I assumed he didn’t have a girlfriend…

You…

Cherise locked eyes with the girl, who remarked. “You’re gorgeous.

With that, the girl gracefully turned and departed.

Blake sprang to his feet, his urgency palpable. “Wait!”

Far from subdued, his voice resonated throughout the library, seizing the attention of all present.

With clenched jaws and a voice quivering with emotion, he asserted. “She’s not my girlfriend!”

“She’s my sister–in–law!”

The girl pivoted, her expression puzzled as she turned her gaze to Cherise. “She’s… your sister–in– law?”

But this woman… she appears even younger than I…

As tensions mounted, Cherise reluctantly rose, closing the distance to the girl and extending her hand. “Hello, I’m Cherise Shaw, a mother of two.”

The girl stood frozen, speechless.

“Cherise Shaw!?”

Suddenly, a sharp voice sliced through the air of the library. “Cherise!? Is she the one mentioned in the magazine, the Cherise who cheated on Damien!?”