Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband novel Chapter 902

Chapter 902 A Lifetime Abundance of Drumsticks

Cherise pursed her lips, puzzled by Damien’s strange behavior that night.

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She pushed open the door in front of her, taking the lead as she stepped into the elevator.

However, to her surprise, after stepping out when she reached the first floor, she found herself surrounded by a crowd of people.

“Mrs. Lenoir! This is a small token of apology from our newspaper to you!”

“Mrs. Lenoir, we have prepared a gift for you that we hope you will like! Please accept it!”

“Mrs. Lenoir…”

Amidst the chorus of “Mrs. Lenoir,” a tantalizing aroma of drumsticks wafted through the air…

Cherise furrowed her brow, noticing that each person in the crowd was holding a large bouquet.

However, these bouquets were not filled with flowers.

Instead, they were packed with drumsticks.

Grilled, fried, and coated with various sauces and seasonings…

All varieties of drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some even adorned with buttery bows.

Cherise found herself encircled by drumsticks.

Hunger gnawed at her with every inch of her body, threatening to overthrow any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks looked so succulent, and the smell and sight of them were an invitation to savor

them.

Yet, if she accepted a drumstick from even just one person, she would be obliged to accept all the drumsticks from the others.

Cherise gazed at the crowd before her.

The line of people offering her drumsticks extended from the elevator door to the building’s entrance.

Estimating roughly, she might have to consume these drumsticks for one to two years….

A sense of despair washed over Cherise.

It was despair born of hunger and a desire to eat to her heart’s wishes and the paradoxical situation because she was unable to eat them all.

Ignoring her question, the man silently approached the drumsticks, examining a few of them. “The flavor of this one looks exquisite; it’s worth savoring.”

“This one is quite delightful.”

“And this one, the aroma is simply divine.”

Selecting a few choice drumsticks, the man placed them on the coffee table in the hall, then gently pushed Cherise onto the sofa. “Feeling hungry? Go ahead and eat,” Damien said as he gestured towards the drumsticks.

The tantalizing scent of the drumsticks lingered in the air.

Cherise’s stomach rumbled once more.

Pursing her lips, she reluctantly picked up a drumsticks and began to eat.

After finishing her meal, Cherise pondered over the predicament of the surplus of drumsticks.

Turning to Damien, she inquired, “Did you orchestrate all of this?”

“It wasn’t me, I swear. Don’t jump to conclusions,” Damien replied with a smile, ruffling her hair. “I merely mentioned on Twitter that you have a fondness for drumsticks.”