Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 878 Suppressing Worries 

Sebastian stood still, his gaze fixed on Cherise’s departing figure, a mixture of emotions swirling within

him. As he watched her walk away, he couldn’t help but squint slightly, silently clenching his hands by

his side.

She seemed much calmer and more composed than he had imagined. Her demeanor exuded maturity.

Yet, despite her newfound poise, Sebastian yearned for the carefree version of her that he had known

in the past.

Upon returning home, Cherise dedicated three hours to preparing dinner for the evening.

Frances, her loyal assistant, smiled, “If Mr. Lenoir knew that you had prepared such a feast for him, he

would undoubtedly be overjoyed!”

“Lately, Mr. Lenoir has been preoccupied with the company’s affairs… Tonight, he will surely wear a

smile on his face!”

As Cherise placed the final pierogis into the pot, a sense of concern crept over her. She turned to

Frances and asked, “Has he been troubled recently?”

Why hadn’t she noticed?

In theory, since she slept beside him daily, she should have been acutely aware of his mood and

emotions more than anyone else.

But despite their proximity, she had never sensed any signs of worry or distress on his face.

Frances sighed knowingly, “Mrs. Lenoir, you wouldn’t have noticed!”

“Mr. Lenoir mentioned that you have been extremely busy lately, with numerous matters demanding

your attention…”

“Perhaps he fears that his concerns would burden you, so whenever you’re around, he holds you close

with a smile.“/

“But what you don’t know, Mrs. Lenoir, is that when he is alone, his aura becomes quite oppressive…”

“He is actually facing a difficult situation. The shares of the company that were allocated to Raymond

and Tristan were determined by Old Mr. Lenoir before his passing, and he cannot intervene, which is

why they were able to sell them all off…”

“Now everyone in the company is worried, speculating that the Lenoir Group will soon be renamed the

Weiss Group…”

As Frances spoke, she realized she had divulged too much information and cleared her throat, “But

what I said may not be entirely accurate. I only overheard it from Mr. Kolson and Mr. Hampson during

their conversations

Cherise pursed her lips and stared intently at the boiling pierogis in the pot, feeling like Pandora’s box

had been opened in her heart.

So… Damien had been suppressing his own troubles to prevent her from feeling sad and upset?

If only she could assist him with his difficulties. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Mom, why hasn’t Dad come back yet?”

Sera lay sprawled across the table, her stomach grumbling audibly. With a pleading look, she turned

her dark eyes towards Cherise. “I’m so hungry!”

“Can’t we eat yet?”

Soren, unable to bear his sister’s discomfort, frowned at Cherise. “Did you try calling him?”

“It’s getting late. We should eat and then head to bed.”

Cherise sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of responsibility. “You two go ahead and eat,” she said, her

voice tinged with resignation.

Cherise observed Frances heating up the food in the microwave as the children began their meal.

With a heavy heart, she reached for her phone and dialed the familiar number.

Once again, she was met with the same busy signal she had encountered countless times before.

With a deep breath, she rose from her seat. “Frances, please help the children with their bath and

bedtime routine once they finish eating,” she instructed.

Frances nodded understandingly and fetched a thermos from the kitchen. “I’ll do it right away. Please

return soon,” she said, her voice filled with concern. With a solemn nod, Cherise carefully filled the

thermos with food before departing from the house.

The early autumn evening air was chilly, prompting her to bundle up tightly in her clothes as she made

her way to the Lenoir Group.

Due to Damien’s past grand proposal to Cherise in Adania, the receptionist and security guards at the

Lenoir Group recognized her.