My Blind Husband

Chapter 42

Chapter 42 I’ll Wait

Cherise looked at the time. It was already seven at night. She smiled and said embarrassedly to Frances, “I’m studying in the library and lost track of the time. I’m sorry. I’ll come back at once!”

Before she finished speaking, someone called out to her. “Cherise, the patient at 203 wants to take a walk. Go and keep them company!”

The person shouted loudly.

On the other end of the phone, Frances fell silent momentarily. “Mrs. Lenoir, are you really at the library?”

“Mm.”

Cherise felt guilty. “Alright, I’ll be coming back in half an hour. Tell Damien not to wait. I’ve

eaten.”

After that, she ignored what Frances said on the other end of the phone and hung up.

She kept her cell phone before rushing to 203 and taking the patient for a walk.

The chilly night breeze blew, and she realized she was in a cold sweat.

At that moment, in Swan Lake Chateau, where Lenoir Manor was located.

The man in the wheelchair picked up his coffee gracefully and sipped it. “She can’t even come up with a good lie.”

He had instructed Frances to make the call. It was on speakerphone once the call went through. Therefore, he heard everything, including Cherise’s frantic voice and tone when she was lying.

“Mr. Lenoir, Mrs. Lenoir is being extorted and is working part–time. Are you really going to let her be?”

The butler stood by his side and asked respectfully.

The man put the cup of coffee in his hands on a saucer. A sneer was on the corners of his lips. “She’s hiding it from me because she doesn’t want me to know. Why should I get into this mess?”

Mr. Hampson was baffled. “But Mr. Lenoir, she’s your wife now.”

“It’s humiliating for you if she’s working like this.”

Damien smiled, and the corners of his lips curved into a sarcastic smile. “When have I not been humiliated?”

He was someone in the Lenoir family who was abandoned many years ago. To other people, he had lost all dignity and pride long ago. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Other than Old Mr. Lenoir, no one else had attended his wedding.

“But…”

“It’s not that I don’t want to help her.”

Damien changed into a more comfortable position as he leaned back in his wheelchair. “Once she fully grasps how a husband–and–wife relationship should work, I’ll help her.”

Mr. Hampson was puzzled by Damien’s words but didn’t ask further when he saw the man’s expression turn cold. “Mr. Lenoir, will you still wait for Mrs. Lenoir to have dinner?”

“It’s so late. Why don’t you eat first?”

The man shook his head, and his thin lips parted slightly. He only said two words. “I’ll wait.”

The sanatorium regulated that nursing assistants leave work at half past seven at night.

With that in mind, Cherise planned her time. She could still make the last bus at eight o’clock and rush home.

But she had too many things to do on her first day of work and wasn’t very proficient. Time passed, and it was very late.

When she left the sanatorium, she almost fell apart when she took out her cell phone and looked at the time.

It was past eight, and all the buses had stopped running. The sanatorium was in the suburbs, and cabs didn’t usually pass by.

She waited by the road anxiously for a long time but didn’t see a single cab.

She was frustrated and could only take out her cell phone. She planned to hitch a ride online to go home.

At that moment, a white sedan stopped before her.

lan lowered his car window and looked at her with a smile. “Get in. I’ll send you home.”

Cherise was overjoyed. She got into the backseat with her bag.

“Why are you here, lan?”

Ian started driving. “I came here for work a