My Blind Husband

Beckham shook his head.

“You’re young. It’s only too late if you’re at my age and in my situation. If I had been braver, smarter, and tried harder when I was young, maybe the situation would have changed.”

With a hint of regret in his eyes, the man continued, I had so much time, so many years… and yet I never noticed her existence… It was already too late when I finally found her. You’re luckier than me. At least you know she’s still alive. She’s still living somewhere out there.”

Lennon forced a bitter smile.

“I’m still going to do what I can. It’s just that…”

For Lucy, perhaps even doing whatever he could was far from enough.

The harm he caused to her was irreversible.

Even though he only realized how much he had hurt her in the end.

“Keep going.”

Beckham clinked his glass against Lennon’s lightly to encourage him.

Cherise followed Damien’s lead and clinked her glass with Beckham, followed by Lennon. “Mr. Belcourt, I don’t know what you’ve been through. But don’t lose hope. You can do it!”

Lennon chuckled self-deprecatingly. “I will.”

After dinner, Cherise and Damien sent the two men qut.

“I hope I’ll get my memories back quickly.”

With a hand resting against Damien’s arm, Cherise watched as they drove away. “I feel like I’m living in a fishbowl.”

Damien raised his hand and pinched her cheek. “Why do you feel like you’re in a fishbowl

“I feel like a fool, completely isolated from the world. I have no idea what happened to Lu know what happened to Lennon, and I don’t know what happened to Dad. The more I mec are related to me in the past, the more I feel that losing my memory is a terrifying thing.”

Damien smiled and gently clasped his large hand over hers. “Don’t worry. You’ll remember eve sooner or later.”

Cherise pouted. “I really wish I could wake up with all my memories restored.”

The man frowned as he remembered something. He looked down at Cherise.

“You just told your dad that you remembered something earlier, right? Do you still remember what happened when you recalled that memory? Jacob said that for your type of amnesia, there will be triggers to help you recall your memories.” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Cherise was silent.

Was her intuition correct? Her trigger would be him teasing her.

Thinking of the incident in the car today, her face turned crimson again.

“Mrs. Lenior, your face is very red…”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Damien lowered his head and intently fixed his eyes on the woman’s crimson face. “Are you thinking of something naughty?”

Cherise quickly turned her head away while avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She quickly broke free from his embrace and scurried back into the villa.

Damien stayed in his spot, smiling faintly as he watched her.

He was much luckier than Lennon.

Because he was aware of Cherise’s feelings for him from the beginning, and he was well aware of his feelings for her.

There was no hurdle between them apart from the misunderstanding half a decade ago.

Even though she had lost most of her memories, she was still the abashed girl who would blush because of him.

Watching the petite figure entering the villa, he sighed and quickly followed with wide strides.

The following day, Cherise was roused by Damien kissing her.