My Blind Husband

Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Reversed Role

Cherise hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to stay seated.

She realized that Damien’s striking appearance had drawn the attention of onlookers, and leaving now might fuel gossip about the state of her marriage.

With an awkward smile, Cherise picked up her fork and ate.

Initially, she was worried that Damien might create another scene.

However, the irresistible scent of the chicken leg proved too tempting to ignore. After a few bites, Cherise couldn’t help but pick it up and start gnawing on it.

Cherise recalled what her uncle had once told her about eating chicken legs, emphasizing the joy of gnawing through them. His advice resonated with her, and Cherise fully embraced it in her actions.

On the other hand, Damien observed her with a faint smile, taking in the sight of a girl who radiated purity and simplicity.

Despite her initial anger, it was evident that Cherise was thoroughly enjoying the chicken leg.

If it had been any other girl with a penchant for drama, she might not have considered sitting down to eat with him in such a situation.

Cherise’s simplicity and Damien’s low emotional intelligence, this odd and quirky pair, made them an unexpectedly perfect match.

“Open your mouth,” Damien’s deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

Cherise was in the middle of a hearty bite, so she instinctively stopped chewing, lifted her head, and opened her mouth.

Damien held a piece of spinach, which he placed directly into her mouth. “Don’t just eat the meat; it’s too greasy,”

Cherise hummed in agreement as she chewed on the spinach. However, she soon felt something was off and shot him a disapproving look. “I don’t need you to manage my food choices.”

Damien smiled and retorted, “Oh, really? I distinctly remember you, Mrs. Lenoir, suggesting I feed you in the school cafeteria.”

Cherise’s face instantly turned red, and she stammered, “I… I mean…”

Lucy was already laughing so hard that her head was on the table.

Cherise had always been a bit of an airhead, and Lucy wasn’t surprised that she would say that! Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Cherise’s face reddened even more as Lucy continued to laugh. She bit her lip and attempted to explain. “Lulu, look, I…”

When she first made that suggestion, it was all in good fun, her way of teasing Damien, hoping to spark his motivation to get his eyes treated. She never thought it would turn into ammunition for him to tease her.

Feeling flustered, she lowered her head and nibbled on her chicken leg

Cherise finished the chicken leg and reached for a tissue to clean her hands. Before she could do so, Damien extended his hand, holding a tissue. “Look up,” he said.

Her reflexes made her raise her head, and Damien’s well-defined knuckles held a tissue, meticulously wiping away the grease stains on her face.

“Give me your hand,” he said, extending his hand. Cherise obediently placed her hand in his.

In silence, he cleaned her hand.

Damien’s severe and focused expression only added to his handsomeness, momentarily captivating Cherise. However, she suddenly realized she shouldn’t get too enchanted by his tenderness or looks.

She quickly pulled her hand away and said, “I can do it myself.”

Damien stubbornly held her hand, gently pulling it back, and continued carefully cleaning. “I thought you’d be upset after finding out I’m not disabled. You took care of me for so long, and it’s my turn to take care of you now. So, don’t you want the same care and effort you put into me?”

His faint smile stirred Cherise’s emotions. She realized Damien might have a point as she contemplated what he said.

She had cared for him under the impression that he was genuinely disabled for quite a while. Now that he looked after her, why did it feel so awkward?