Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668 I Won’t Judge You

“Cherise.”

Just as Cherise’s hand touched the car door handle, a deep male voice resonated from

behind.

She paused, but continued to open the door. “I need to go home and rest. We can discuss everything else later.”

As she spoke, Damien firmly grasped the hand she was using to open the door.

He furrowed his brow, gripping Cherise’s hand with one hand while opening the back passenger seat door with the other. He immediately helped her into the car.

“I’ll drive. You’re not in the right state of mind. It’s safer if you don’t.”

He promptly settled into the driver’s seat and started the car.

Cherise pursed her lips in the back seat and watched his back. She tried to control her emotions. “I’m not upset.”

“Just because you’re holding back your tears doesn’t mean you’re fine.”

Damien sighed softly. His knuckles were prominent as he gripped the steering wheel and set the car in motion. “I remember that being a doctor has always been your dream. You should know that once what you said at the press conference gets out, you might never find a job as a doctor again.”

“I know.” Cherise sniffled, looking out of the car window. “I’m fully aware of the consequences of my decision.”

Damien’s frown deepened. “So why give up? Why won’t you reveal how you injured your hand?”

There was a tinge of tenderness and helplessness in Damien’s deep voice. They had distant that they could no longer share secrets.

“Honestly, my hand wasn’t severely injured.”

grown so

“Your house is too small for you to hide your sadness. The kids will notice.”

Damien sighed softly. He sat down next to her and drew her into his arms. “Here, you don’t have to pretend. You can grieve and cry freely. I’m the only person who won’t judge you, mock you, or force you to hold back your emotions.”

Cherise pursed her lips. She instinctively tried to wriggle free from his embrace. However, he held her even tighter.

With no other option, she gave in and rested her face against his chest. “I’m not upset, 1…”

A knock on the door interrupted her words.

“Mr. Lenoir, your wine has arrived.”

Damien’s brow furrowed slightly. “Come in.”

At his word, the attendant entered with several women carrying an assortment of red wines.