My Blind Husband

Chapter 44

Chapter 44 A Wealthy Middle–Aged Man

“All I wanted was to learn how to cook to surprise him… But Ian, I’ll be mad if you ask anything else about my private life.”

Cherise released a long breath. She was already uncomfortable enough when Ian kept asking about Damien. Eriana threatened her and her part–time job. These were all her private matters. She did not want anyone else to know about them.

Ian did not expect the ever–gentle Cherise to say such words. He could only laugh awkwardly. “Alright, I won’t then. Just as long as you’re happy.”

He did not pry any further.

The two were silent all the way until they arrived at the entrance to Swan Lake Chateau.

He planned to drop her off at her house.

Unfortunately, his car seemed shabby compared to the luxurious cars in the area. The security guard flagged him, thinking they were up to no good.

Besides, the guard did not recognize Cherise as she had not been there for long. He did not let them through even though Cherise was in the car.

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Cherise smiled at him sheepishly. “I’ll call someone to pick me up.”

He nodded. “That’s probably better than your husband seeing us and getting the wrong idea.”

When the car disappeared from her sight, she pulled out her phone. She called Frances and said that she was stopped at the entrance.

A couple of minutes later, Mr. Hampson, who was dressed formally, appeared. “Mr. Lenoir instructed me to bring you home, Mrs. Lenoir.”

She widened her eyes.

It was already past nine.

Is Damien still awake?

The buyer nodded as though he had seen through her thoughts. “Mr. Lenoir is waiting for you to have dinner.”

“Has he not taken his dinner yet? Even though it’s quite late?”

The astonishment on her face was apparent..

He nodded. “I suggest we return as quickly as possible if you’re worried about him.”

Cherise did not want to delay further and quickly followed the butler toward the villas.

Noticing the weight of her bag, Mr. Hampson stopped and took it from her. The two swiftly left the entrance.

A few hundred meters away from the entrance under the trees, Ian furrowed his forehead as he watched Cherise leave with a middle–aged man in a dark shirt.

He did not ask her about her husband’s age. He had his suspicion when she said that he would listen to the news while drinking tea. She must have married an older man.

Ian did not expect the man to be that old.

He narrowed his eyes.

She’s not the type to covet riches and fame. For her to marry a wealthy middle–aged man, something must have happened in her family. The man may provide her with what she needs, but he can’t give her love.

He would take her back someday.

Cherise followed the butler back timidly. The man with the black silk cloth around his eyes leaned back in his wheelchair as Mr. Kolson read ‘Anna Karenina‘ aloud.

When she stepped through the door, Mr. Kolson was reading the section where Anna decided to divorce Karenin.

She frowned in displeasure.

They had not been married for long, yet Mr. Kolson was reading a book that made one opposed to love. No wife would be pleased with the situation.

However, the man in the wheelchair only tapped the armrest when Mr. Kolson finished the section. “I heard the door open. Is someone here?”