Chapter 1
“Uhm… should I undress and get on the bed first or… help you undress first?” Cherise Shaw asked
cautiously, standing at the bathroom door with her body wrapped in a towel. It was her wedding night.
The wheelchair-bound man, who was blindfolded with ck silk, would be her husband from now on.
This was her first time seeing him in person, and he was more good-looking than in pictures. The man
had distinct facial features, with a sharp nose and thick eyebrows. His tall and slender figure matched
the image of Cherise’s dream man. But s, he was a disabled, blind man. Some used Damien
Lenoir of being a jinx, causing his parents to pass away when he was nine and his elder sister’s
demise when he was thirteen. Not only that, his three fiancées passed away one after another. When
she first heard the rumors, Cherise was intimidated, but her uncle, Elvis Shaw, imed the Lenoir
family would fund her grandmother, Mary Dawson’s treatment. For the sake of Mary, she was willing to
take the risks. Perceiving no response from Damien, Cherise thought he didn’t hear her, so she
repeated her question. “Ha! Do you know who I am?” The aloof man slowly removed the ck silk and
nced at Cherise coldly. His gaze was so cold that Cherise instinctively shivered, but she soon
comforted herself not to be afraid. He was a blind man, after all! Nheless, she was surprised to
perceive such a profound gaze from a blind man. Cherise had not seen a blind man, so she wasn’t
sure, but she answered him honestly. “I know.” Damien frowned. “Aren’t you afraid of death?” He
looked moreposed and intimidating after the blindfold was removed. Cherise’s heart was
pounding. “No. We’re indebted to you because you saved Grandma. I’ll keep my promise to bear you
children and care for you for a lifetime!” Staring at Damien, she dered firmly with a serious look on
her delicate face. Damien silently scrutinized her for a moment before letting out a sarcasticugh.
“Well, then. Help me take a bath.” Cherise hesitated briefly before saying, “Sure.” She had not
regretted it after promising Peter Lenoir, Damien’s grandfather, to marry Damien. It was natural for a
wife to bathe her disabled husband. “I’ll get the bath ready.” With that, Cherise went into the bathroom.
Damien knitted his brows as he watched Cherise disappear. In fact, he had sent his men to investigate
her. The woman’s background was as simple as it could be – she came from a poor family in a vige
and was willing to marry an infamous jinx like him for the sake of her grandmother’s medical expenses.
Previously, he had three fiancées, all of which were socialites in Adania and came from wealthy
families. However, they were brutally assassinated the night before the wedding. To his surprise, a silly
and innocent girl like Cherise managed to be safe even until their wedding night. Either she was too
insignificant for others to bother about her, or she was ying dumb. While Damien was lost in thought,
the bathroom door was opened. He was momentarily stunned when he lifted his eyes to see the petite
woman walk out of the steamy bathroom. The water vapor dampened her lengthy, ck hair, with a few
strands hanging above her corbones. The towel wrapping her body was wet and stuck to her skin,
outlining her curvy figure. “Please wait a moment.” Cherise crouched down to pull out her suitcase from
beneath the bed. Her clothes were neatly arranged in the suitcase. She took out a whitece
sleepwear and tore off the price tag before putting it on. Thinking Damien was blind, she changed
before him, but the innocent act took on a different meaning in Damien’s eyes. Is she testing if I’m
actually blind? “Huff!” After changing, Cherise walked up to Damien and wheeled him to the bathroom.
She assisted him into the bathroom and started removing his shirt. Through the thick steam, Damien
looked at Cherise with his eyes narrowed. Cherise looked concentrated with her head lowered. Her
clear eyes showed no trace of emotions. She was so focused, as if she was carrying out an
assignment. She removed his watch and blouse, then… When only the underwear was left, Cherise
pulled back her hand hesitantly. “Can you… bathe with this on?” Damien examined her with a tinge of
mischief in his eyes. “You can’t bathe thoroughly without removing it.” “Oh… You’re right.” Cherise
turned away and reached out her hand. Damien was startled. Staring coldly at her focused look, he
furrowed his brows. Is this woman really dumb, or is she putting on an act? She doesn’t seem to be
embarrassed at all! “This way to the bathtub.” Cherise carefully helped Damien into the bathtub as if
she had not seen his naked body. Yet, her cheeks flushed. She patted her face to calm down before
asking Damien, “You’re tolerant of pain, right?” “Mm-hmm.” Then, Cherise tucked her hair behind her
ears and turned around to rummage through the cab. Momentster, she returned with a bath
scrub. Damein’s temples involuntarily twitched, surprised that she actually nned to bathe him on
their wedding night. Without asking for his permission, Cherise directly scrubbed his back. “Let me
know if it’s painful. I’ll be more gentle.” Damien remained silent as Cherise diligently bathed him. BeforeContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
marrying Damien, she had cared for her old, sick grandmother for many years. Mary loved Cherise’s
bathing service, saying she feltfortable and could sleep better after a bath. So, Cherise assumed
Damien would enjoy it too. Crouching beside the bathtub, she carefully scrubbed every inch of his skin.
Although she exerted all her strength, it felt like a tickle to Damien. Nheless, he perceived her effort
and sincerity. It didn’t take long before ayer of perspiration covered Cherise’s forehead. Frowning,
Damien suddenly began to doubt if he had mistaken her. What schemes could an innocent girl like her
have? “Uhm… Should I wash there too?” After cleaning other parts of his body, Cherise blushed and
pointed at his private part. Damien looked at her with his deep-set eyes. “What do you think?” Cherise
hesitated briefly and mumbled, “Okay… I’ll do it.” Just as she reached out her hand, Damien swiftly
seized her wrist. At once, the atmosphere became tense. Cherise didn’t think that her action would
make Damien ufortable. She lifted her head and looked at Damien naively, “I can’t wash it with
you holding my wrist.” Coldness shed across Damien’s eyes as he blurted, “Get out.”