My Blind Husband

Chapter 949 Fulfilling A Promise 

Some thank you cards featured cartoonish-drawn images of the two of them.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The children’s drawings were very childlike: simple but also messy.

But Cherise clearly saw images of herself and Damien.

One was taller; the other one was shorter. Both were standing together with a big smile plastered on their faces. Awarm feeling surged in Cherise’s heart. The children’s innocent and well-meaning gesture thoroughly moved her. It turned out that she and Damien had engaged in such activities in the past.

They visited the orphanage home to see these children and brought warmth and food to them.

Taking a deep breath, Cherise silently opened the video in the email.

The videos showcased past performances by the former children who lived in the orphanage.

There was a little boy who always appeared unwilling grim, and unresponsive every time he went on stage.

The little boy was cute, but Cherise sensed that he was trying to be more mature than he really was.

Very much like Soren.

As the video went on longer, Cherise felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the little boy but couldn’t remember where she had seen him before.

After all, she had amnesia and couldn’t even remember who she was. But there was a gut instinct within her that told her she knew the little boy. So she took the tablet and ran to Damien’s study, pushing open the door. Inside, Damien was looking at something on the computer.

Seeing her frenzied state rushing in, Damien put down what he was holding. He raised his looked at her indifferently, “What's wrong, what's the hurry?”

“Look!”

Cherise took out her tablet and pointed to the little boy inside. “Do I know him from before?”

Damien let out a sigh, then he squinted his eyes at the tablet and shook his head. “I don’t remember you knowing such a child.” After that, he raised his hand and pinched her face. “Where did you find this video? | can help you him.”

Cherise pursed her lips. “This was sent to me by Mrs. Lydia from the orphanage; it’s an old performance by the children from the orphanage.”

She looked up at him with a steely glance. “I seem to have promised Mrs. Lydia before that | would go with you to attend the children’s art performance.”

“Mrs. Lydia just called me and asked if we could make it.” “You agreed?” “Yeah.”

Cherise held her sleeves tightly and added, “Although | don’t remember agreeing with her, | still made promise to her before that I'd be going.”

“Promises should be kept.”

After that, she hurriedly continued, “I don’t know if you have time or if you want to go... so | just promised her that | would go by myself!”

“If you don’t want to go...

“Can | not go?”

Damien narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice. “Why?”

Cherise asked earnestly and continued, her wide eyes staring back at him. “I promised them before!”

“And...”

Her eyes were downcast, and her body seemed to sag oe alorg yaith NESS Qeen lathonte these ‘days and haven't been anywhere. | feel like I’m cut off from the rest of the world.”

“Going to the orphanage to watch the children’s per renance, lehéullh't be ddhgardus: right?”

After that, she bit her lip and looked back up at him. “I’m not asking you to accompany me... “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I can go by myself...”

“Til. go.”

Damien lightly raised his hand and rubbed her head. “To be honest, | don’t want you to go.” “But if you really want to go, I'll accompany you.”

“Really?”

The girl’s clear eyes were instantly filled with joy.

“Yes, of course.”

The man’s deep voice carried a hint of laughter, “When have | ever lied to you?”

“Oh, right.”

Cherise smiled and leaned in, planting a kiss opts paan’sface.t") "NoneynitSeehns ike you really haven't lied to me!”

Agrin met hers in return as he pinched her delicate face. “Good girl.”