Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband novel Chapter 784

Chapter 784 Damien’s Secretive Effort

“Why the sudden silence?” Damien held his phone with a knowing smile, watching the children bicker playfully, However, the question was quickly forgotten as a blur of motion dashed toward him.

His teasing was abruptly interrupted by a whirlwind.

Cherise, with her arms outstretched like a joyous bird, crashed into his embrace. He effortlessly caught her, his strong frame easily absorbing her momentum. So, what’s got you buzzing like a hummingbird on sugar water? Something tells me your reunion with Aunt Priscilla went well.”

Cherise nestled in Damien’s arms, finding comfort in his familiar scent. “Mm-hmm,” she confirmed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

“Happy?” he asked.

“Very,” she mumbled, her arms tightening around his waist. “But how did you manage all this?”

A hint of guilt colored his voice as he confessed, “Because I wanted to give you another wedding. Five years ago, ours turned into a nightmare. I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”

He gently traced her arm with his fingers, sending shivers down her spine. “Seeing you plan Lyra’s wedding with such joy, I realized maybe… maybe we deserved another chance. Not as adversaries, but as husband and wife. A chance to clear my father’s name, to set the record straight about your mother. A chance to finally lay all these troubles to rest.”

“And maybe,” he added with a playful wink, “our two little ones could be the flower bearers.”

He paused, a question lingering in his eyes. “And by the way, I couldn’t help but overhear you asking about Lyra’s family the other day…”

Damien’s voice, filled with amusement, filled the air. So, under the alias of Charisa Neller, I tracked down your mom’s lost relatives. And guess who I stumbled upon? The Quinells – Lyra’s own family, can you believe it?”

He playfully pinched her nose, his eyes twinkling. “No wonder you two hit it off all those years ago. Naive birds of a feather, always charging into things headfirst.

Cherise’s lips curved into a playful pout. “Naive? Me?”