Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Breakfast Isn’t Ruined

“After all, ordinary people won’t devise a plan to make their ‘niece, which they brought up for two decades, marry a stranger to save their mother.”

Elvis‘ face paled slightly. “I didn’t have any other way.”

“Cherise just has bad luck.”

He looked at Damien and wanted to say something but stopped.

After a long time, he sighed. “Mr. Lenoir, Cherise is a great girl. I hope you can treat her well.”

“Even if you don’t like her… Don’t hurt her too much if you don’t want her in the future.”

Elvis spoke meekly.

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This was the first thing Cherise heard Elvis say. She was perspiring after climbing the stairs while holding breakfast

She was about to open the door of the stairwell. Her hand froze slightly, and her footsteps instantly stopped as though her feet were pinned to the ground.

The door was light and made of alloy, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds then. Cherise couldn’t open the door.

“This isn’t any of your concern.”

Damien’s deep voice was cold and indifferent as usual. “You should pray that your mother can live longer since you tried to save her at the expense of Cherise’s youth. You made Cherise pay the price by getting married.”

“Otherwise, it isn’t worth it.”

Elvis‘ hands were clenched into fists at his sides.

Cherise’s hands were tightly clenched at the stairwell as she carried the food.

“Hey! Why is someone here?!”

A scream abruptly rang behind her.

Cherise was frightened and turned around. She didn’t know a man and woman were on the platform behind her.

At that moment, the man pushed the woman against the wall, exposing their fair legs.

The woman was the one who had screamed.

Elvis reached out to poke her forehead. “You’re already married. Pay more attention to your image in the future. Look at how much you’re perspiring.”

Cherise smiled awkwardly. She pointed at the breakfast in Elvis‘ hands. “Eat it while it’s hot.”

“Wipe away the sweat on your head.”

Elvis shook his head in exasperation before he turned to give Damien the food.

The girl in the white T–shirt looked through her pockets but couldn’t find a napkin. She was about to go to the washroom when a navy blue handkerchief appeared before her.

A pair of slender hands were on the other end of the handkerchief.

She took it subconsciously. “Thank you.”

“You should have known I wasn’t hungry when I told you to buy breakfast.”

The man’s deep voice rang. Cherise froze slightly as she was wiping her sweat.

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