My Blind Husband

The stark contrast.in physical strength between them rendered her attempts futile in retrieving the recorder!

As the voices on the recorder grew more intense, Cherise made a split–second decision and clambered onto Damien, using every limb at her disposal.

Observing her genuine urgency, Damien casually loosened his grip, intentionally granting her access to the recorder.

Cherise finally wrested the device from his grasp, feeling triumphant.

Hastily, she reached for the power button, but in her haste, she accidentally pressed the volume button instead.

“You’re incredible…”

The volume of the woman’s voice soared immediately!

Wide–eyed with surprise, Cherise fumbled to locate the power button amidst Damien’s amused

With a deep breath, she finally found it, and the room fell silent.

“It’s finally quiet…” Cherise sighed in relief, momentarily forgetting their awkward position, her body inadvertently “riding” Damien.

However, as the tension in the air lingered, she sensed an uncomfortable shift.

Instinctively, she raised her head to meet Damien’s silent gaze, his eyes holding a depth she couldn’t quite decipher.

Flustered by his stare’s intensity, she realized their posture’s ambiguous nature.

Awkwardly attempting to disentangle herself, she rose with her hands for support.

Yet, she lost her balance in her endeavor to shift positions and tumbled back onto him.

The angle of her fall resulted in her soft cheek colliding with something unyielding.

The collision caused Cherise’s face to sting, and simultaneously, a sharp intake of breath escaped Damien’s throat.

As a stinging sensation spread across her face, Cherise recoiled, only to realize that she had collided with his…

Ignoring the discomfort in her own face, Cherise looked at Damien with a hint of awkwardness, concern coloring her voice, “Are you… alright?” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Though she had not experienced it herself, she understood that being hit could be quite painful, especially for men.

Observing his darkened expression, she could tell he must be in some discomfort.

She cautiously reached out to him, “You…”

“I’m fine,” Damien reassured her, his furrowed brows relaxing.

A gentle smile touched his lips as he pulled her close, “Go to sleep.”

Wrapped in his embrace, Cherise couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.

How deeply did he care for her?

Evidently, he was in pain; his expression had darkened just moments ago.

Despite the pain he must have felt, he could hide it, look at her with tenderness, reassure her, and even… hold her gently and urge her to rest.

“Damien.”

Finally lifting her head from beneath the covers,

Finally lifting her head from beneath the covers, Cherise’s eyes sparkled as she looked at

him, “Do you truly care for me this much?”

To the point where you would overlook your own discomfort, where my unintentional actions wouldn’t bother you?

“Yes,” Damien replied softly, meeting her gaze with warmth.

The man cast a faint glance at her and remarked, “Didn’t you just sense it?”

Cherise bit her lip, “I could feel it… but… you don’t have to do this.”

Damien raised an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on her.

She continued, “I believe restraining yourself like this must be exhausting.”

“We’re husband and wife. We should be open with each other. You should share your true feelings with me rather than holding them in.”

Her crimson lips seemed particularly vibrant as she said this.

Her words, spoken with conviction, emphasized her desire for honesty and openness in their