My Blind Husband

“Now that he’s finally sleeping soundly, his biggest problem must have been resolved, the doctor remarked, glancing at Cherise. “Mrs. Lenoir, you must take good care of Mr. Lenoir and make sure he sleeps during this time. He’s too neglectful of his own well-being.”

Cherise listened intently to the doctor’s concerns about Damien. She also took note of Mr. Hampson’s account of Damien’s recent sleep patterns. It seemed that… he hadn’t been able to rest properly since she lost her memory. He managed only three to four hours of sleep a day, consumed by fear that something might happen to her. He was afraid she would lose all her memories after some time due to amnesia.

Consequently, he worked tirelessly, handling the company’s affairs and overseeing his subordinates. Since Sebastian had informed her of their past, Damien had been sleeping only one or two hours a night, spending late hours in the study to carve out more time to be with her.

“Mr. Lenoir hasn’t been getting enough rest lately…” Mr. Hords struck Cherise deeply. causing a pang in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes and silently rolled down her cheeks. “You always call me a fool, she murmured, reaching out to stroke the man’s cold, stoic face tenderly, “But aren’t you the real fool?” –

He silently endured so much for her without ever revealing the extent of his sacrifices. He would rather bear her resentment and misunderstanding than burden her with explanations. If it hadn’t been for Lucy’s words yesterday or if Mr. Hampson hadn’t disclosed Damien’s recent sleeplessness… Would I still persist in misunderstanding him? Would I still engage in endless arguments with him?

“I’m not a fool,” the man murmured, slowly opening his eyes and gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. “Please don’t cry. It pains me to see you like this.” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Cherise’s tears finally spilled over. She threw herself into his embrace. “If you don’t want me to cry, then stop putting yourself through this torment.”

“I’m fine,” the man smiled faintly, reaching to caress her head. “I’m a man. I’ll be alright.”

“You’re a man, but you’re not invincible!” Cherise bit her lip as she lay against him, feeling the warmth of his body. Her voice caught in her throat. “If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll be gone before I regain my memory!”

“That won’t happen,” the man’s voice remained faint. It’s just a matter of not getting enough rest. It’s nothing major.”

“Insufficient rest can lead to serious health issues, the doctor added, concerned by Damien’s disregard for his well-being. “Continuing to subject yourself to this level of strain could overwhelm even the strongest physiques.”

“Did you hear that?” Cherise sniffled, her gaze fixed on Damien’s face with a touch of frustration. “The doctor clearly stated that even the strongest body can’t endure this pressure!” She drew in a deep breath. I’ve made a decision. You’re not permitted to do anything today. Just stay home to rest and sleep!”

“Silly girl,” Damien sighed softly. “There’s still so much to do today. How can I possibly sleep? I

“I’m not going!” Cherise sniffled, her tone resolute. “Even if you refuse to rest, I won’t go to Shawbury today. And even if I go, I won’t dwell on the past unless you take care of yourself!”

Damien frowned, studying her worried expression. After a moment, he managed a forced smile. “It seems I’ll have to heed your advice today and prioritize my rest.”

“That’s right! Set everything else aside for now,” Cherise affirmed. “You must take good care of yourself today! I don’t want to regain my memories only to lose my husband!”