My Blind Husband

The man shook his head in mild bemusement, a faint smile playing on his lips. “It’s not particularly urgent.”

Cherise’s response was quick and relentless. “Still, let’s give it a listen. What if it’s truly significant?”

“Mr. Whitlock emphasized its importance when he contacted me…”

Unable to dissuade her, Damien closed the bedroom door with a resigned sigh, then proceeded to remove his coat before reclining on the bed, drawing Cherise close into his embrace.

“How about this: we listen together, and afterward, you can get some rest?”

Cherise nodded in agreement, her lips slightly pursed. “Alright.”

As Damien inhaled the scent of her hair, he pressed play on the voice recorder—

The night enveloped them in quietude as they lay intertwined.

Cherise’s expression oscillated between shock and embarrassment, while Damien’s eyes held a hint of amusement.

The room was filled with the voices emanating from the recorder.

“Your husband isn’t aware of our rendezvous, correct?”

“No, he’s oblivious, and he’ll remain so… Does your wife suspect anything?”

“That old hag, ugh!”

“Come closer, my love, come kiss me.”

“Embrace me…”

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Mr. Whitlock had stressed the significance of the recording when entrusting it to her.

Yet here they were, listening to the clandestine affair of unfamiliar voices.

And why was the volume escalating and the content becoming more… intimate?

Why did the woman’s voice sound so…?

But even beneath the covers, the sounds persisted, relentlessly assaulting her ears.

In the end, Cherise cautiously peeked out from beneath the blanket. “Um… dear, perhaps you should turn it off.”

Damien arched an eyebrow, sensing her embarrassment, and decided to tease her a bit. “But isn’t this what you wanted me to hear?”

With a mischievous grin, he lifted the blanket. “Shall we listen together?”

Cherise felt at a loss for words. Gritting her teeth, she began to voice her frustration about Mr. Whitlock. “I thought… I thought Mr. Whitlock, being my former boss, wouldn’t have any ulterior motives…”

“I believed everything he said… but I never expected…”

That he would subject her to this with Damien!

What’s so good about listening to this?

How mortifying!

“He meant no harm, Cherise.”

Damien’s calm voice carried a hint of amusement. “Didn’t you mention he specifically instructed you to listen with me?”

Cherise nodded silently. “He did.”

“Mm.”

Damien playfully teased her, “Perhaps Yolanda and Mr. Whitlock are trying to promote the relationship between us as a married couple?”

Cherise’s face flushed crimson as she tried to grab the recorder. “How does this promote anything?”

Feeling as though she’d forced Damien into this embarrassing situation, Cherise wished she could disappear.

Damien’s smile remained faint. “Mrs. Lenoir, don’t you know?”

“Whether it’s a man or a woman, hearing such sounds elicits a reaction.”

He glanced at her with his dark eyes. “Do you have a reaction now, Mrs. Lenoir?”

Cherise was speechless.

She had no reaction at all!

Right now, she was just mortified!

Unable to answer Damien’s question, she tried to snatch the recorder from his hand.

She attacked, and he dodged.

She advanced, and he retreated.

She struck, and he defended.

Beads of sweat formed on Cherise’s forehead as the playful struggle ensued.