My Blind Husband

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Who Am I To You?

Thankfully, she had experience working in a café. Ultimately, disaster was averted.

When she came to her senses, the study room door was opened. Blake looked at Cherise with his guard up. “Why are you here?”

When faced with Blake’s question, Cherise didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

After a long time, she told them why she had come over with a strained voice. “I came to offer you milk…”

She hadn’t deliberately eavesdropped.

Even though she didn’t understand what they were saying.

“Come in.”.

The man’s stoic voice rang in the room.

It was as though Cherise was let off the hook. She immediately carried the milk into the room and put the tray on the table. “I went down to make warm milk. I thought you might still be awake, so…”

“Why did you suddenly wake up?”

The man in the wheelchair with his back facing her didn’t seem interested in why she had appeared.

Cherise was stumped for words. She coughed lightly. “I just… woke up.

“Your relative called you, right?”

Since Nicky was injured, with how shameless her relatives were, it wasn’t strange for them to call her and ask for money at this time.

“Mm…”

Cherise silently clasped her hands together. “How did you

know…”

She didn’t even tell Lucy she had received a call from her relative.

“Not everyone is as dumb as you are.”

The man sighed apathetically and turned around.

At this time, Cherise noticed that Damien had changed into a loose, black silk outfit. It didn’t look like pajamas. It seemed like an outfit she had seen Lucy put on previously for wrestling.

Her features were slightly distorted because she was surprised.

He’s blind, and it’s late, but he’ssitting in the wheelchair in his wrestling outfit?

He naturally felt her astonished gaze but didn’t plan on explaining. “What did you promise them?”

He wheeled himself over, picked up the milk, and sipped it. “How much did they want?”

“I don’t know.”

Cherise pursed her lips. “I don’t have money to lend them, so I didn’t ask how much they needed…”

A trace of a smile was in the corners of Damien’s lips.

“I’m already endlessly grateful you’re paying for my grandmother’s medical fees.”

Cherise looked at him and spoke earnestly. “They treat me poorly. There’s no need for me to owe you another favor to help them.”

Damien’s hand that was holding the glass froze slightly.

“Do you think you’ll owe me a favor if I help you?”

The woman in pajamas nodded earnestly. “I already owe you a huge favor.”

Through the black silk ribbon, Damien looked up at her with his deep eyes.

“Who am I to you?”

Cherise pursed her lips. “You’re my benefactor.”

“That’s all?”

“And my husband.”

“What else?”

The woman’s black eyes turned. “I can’t think of anything else.”

It had been less than a week since she was acquainted with Damien and married him. They didn’t know each other very well, and she couldn’t think of any other relationship they had.

“And the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with.”

Damien looked at her and said solemnly.

Upon realizing their conversation was becoming more serious, Mr. Kolson immediately signaled

Blake to leave.

The study room’s door shut. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Cherise looked at Damien with flushed checks. “Mm.”

“Cherise.”

The man’s deep voice was also slightly solemn. “There’s no such thing as owing each other favors between husband and wife.”

She nodded. “Oh… I won’t say that in the future.”

Damien massaged the bridge of his nose. “You can’t say it or think that way.”

“But I owe you an enormous favor. If I don’t think about it this way, how should I think about it?”