My Blind Husband

Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Trust Is the Most Important NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“I didn’t finish my story then. Mr. Kolson and Blake read it to me at my study those days. Now that I’ve finished the story, I would return to our room.”

Cherise did not reply.

She had been completely swamped at the sanatorium at her part–time work. She was utterly exhausted.

She had only just finished her meal. But now the man was expecting her to bring him back to the

room?

She hesitated but eventually went to push his wheelchair.

Pushing the man up to the next floor was not tiring.

However, she did not expect the troublesome man to request her to bathe him.

He shamelessly added, “You did very well on our wedding night. Just do what you did at that time.”

Cherise felt like stuffing his mouth with a towel and holding his head under the water in the bathtub.

But all she did was wash him earnestly, just as she did during the first time. She even went to look for suitable loungewear for him.

She was dead on her feet at the end.

Yet, Damien refused to let her rest and requested she read the day’s news in its entirety.

Her eyes were half shut the entire time, but she leaned against the headboard and forced herself to stay awake. “A shareholder has been investing in Belcourt Group, increasing the value of its stocks and market value. According to insider information, this mysterious shareholder seems to be the same person who had aided Lyes Enterprise made a comeback…”

Cherise could not understand the news about the business. It did not take long for her to nod off against the headboard.

She kept repeating the news she had just read monotonously as she fell asleep.

Leaning on a pillow next to her, Damien observed her for a while before covering her with the duvet

“Trust is the most important thing between a couple. You don’t tell me everything because you don’t trust me.”

He reached out and stroked her hair. “If you can’t completely trust and depend on me, I won’t

make you stay by my side.”

As he watched her, memories from years ago appeared before him.

He was eight, sitting in the back seat of a car. His parents were arguing at the front.

“You wouldn’t have done these things behind my back if you trusted me.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about it!”

“We could have fixed it if you told me in the first place. But now? You took it upon yourself and made these decisions! Everything is ruined!”

It was not pleasant to hear his parents argue.

The young boy sighed and put on his earphones, increasing the volume to the loudest.

He drifted off to sleep.

An agonizing pain woke him up.

He lost both his parents that day.

They said the car crash was an accident, but he knew it was not.

That day, his father condemned his mother for handing their stocks to Raymond and his wife. They were on their way to ask for it back.

Cherise slept well that night from her tiredness. She did not even dream.

She was roused from her sleep when Frances shouted, “Mrs. Lenoir, Mr. Lenoir wants you to make breakfast today.”

She opened her eyes drowsily. “Can you tell him I’ll make it some other day?”

She was completely exhausted yesterday. It was only six in the morning, and she had not slept. enough.

Frances furrowed her eyebrows uncomfortably. “But Mr. Lenoir said he had been thinking about the breakfast you made the morning after your wedding. He says he must have it today. Or else… I will have to pack up and leave.”