Novel & Cerita Adore His Blind Wife

I whispered in my mind with a smile still on my lips. "Thank you, Dad." I weakly responded to him. "Dad? hey, haven't I told you several times not to pretend you're part of this family because I really don't remember marrying a blind person like you." Adante said to me. We were all stunned by what he said and I lowered one of my hands from the chair for a moment while holding tightly to his neck because I was so annoyed with him that I felt like I wanted to torture him until his whole body bled.

"Oh, dear. I'm sure you feel everyone is dangerous right now. I'm your mother, and you probably think I'm dangerous. But I wouldn't hurt a fly. You only feel that way because of your lack of memory. But Devon is very well respected. Also, he is rich and very handsome. Your husband's name is in the papers all the time. He has many projects going on to help the community. If he says you are his wife, you can trust him. You can trust me too. Zari, you are so privileged to be married to someone like that!" "I don't care how much you admire him, don't let me go with him. I don't want to be alone with him." "Calm down, darling. When you regain your memory, you will feel differently." "I don't care

“Yes, she is my wife, apartment 403. I have been away on a trip for so long, whenever she is angry with me, she comes here to cool off. So I am here to win her back by surprising her. I do not want you to let her know, she will refuse to see me and I must get to her... Adrian came up behind, his hands wrapped around him. “He is lonely without her, you know. It has been a while since they...” he dramatically moved his waist in a back-and-forth motion. The lady still looked confused. “It has been a while since they fucked" Adrian said with a straight face. Henry almost choked, he cleared his throat dramatically. The lady smiled a knowing smile. “What do you need?” *** Adrian trailed behind him

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”

ADELE As we checked out the art works being displayed, I could not help but stare at Chris a few times. The thought of him taking that picture of me kept replaying in my head. "I can feel your eyes boring holes into my head" "You are staring at me" "And you are doing it again" "Do you love me that much? You keep looking at me" Chris caught me every single time but I do not care. He is my husband and I can choose to stare at him all day long.

She followed his gaze downward, and her mind exploded. She scrambled, slapping her hand over his eyes. “What the hell are you staring at? You want me to jab your eyes out?” Louis chuckled low in his throat, completely unbothered. “Adora, you’re my wife. I’ve got every right to look.”

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

His eyes were wet now. “I know,” he said, his voice cracking. “I let her. I trusted her more than I trusted us. More than I trusted my own wife. I was blind. I was so stupid and so arrogant. I was so focused on the company, on the next deal, on being a billionaire, that I let her poison everything between us. I let her whisper in my ear every day.” She looked up at him then. Her eyes were wet too, full of tears that hadn’t fallen yet.

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW Shein watches from the foyer as they come down the stairs. Their hands are linked, their shoulders close enough that she can almost feel the space between them shrinking. Her fists clench tight, nails digging into her palms until pain cuts through the heat rising in her face. This is what he chose over me? A blind woman? She had pictured his wife as someone polished, someone with money and name to match his own. Instead he guides this girl like she is glass he fears might crack.

And now, his completely oblivious wife was casually handing his prize over to some nameless, insignificant office coworker? The thought of another man’s hands touching the skin he had just left wet and trembling an hour ago made a dark, possessive rage throb in his veins. But he didn't let a single flicker of it reach his eyes. Instead, he forced a soft, slightly concerned chuckle, stepping up right beside Elena and wrapping a casual, protective arm around her waist. "A blind date, sweetheart?" Adrian asked, his voice a perfect blend of gentle amusement and husbandly caution. He looked over at Lisa, whose face was a mask of pure, mounting panic, before turning his warm gaze back to his wife.