Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 834 Damien Cooks

“Family matters? What’s the latest family drama?” Charles’ voice resonated through the phone

Damien chuckled, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he skillfully chopped

vegetables. “Nothing too exciting, just preparing some food for my father-in-law and the gang, keeping

myself occupied.”

Charles, on the other end, spluttered. “You… you’re cooking?” he stammered. “Since when? But you

told me you couldn’t even boil water when I asked you to make dinner forMacve!”

Damien flashed a teasing grin. “Nope, wife-only policy, just like your sister-only rule with cooking. You

have hands and feet, buddy, so cook for your own lady.”

He ended the call before Charles could respond.

On the other end, Charles stared at his phone, mouth agape. So Damien wasn’t helpless in the kitchen.

He was just pretending! Because Charles, with his perfectly capable hands and feet, should be cooking

for his wife, Maeve. Damien might love his sister, but family ties didn’t extend to the kitchen in his

world, apparently!

“What did Dame say?” Maeve asked, concern furrowing her brow as she saw Charles’s frown. She

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“He said we’ll talk later, he’s busy.” Charles turned to Maeve, frustration evident in his voice.

He continued, “You won’t believe what he’s ‘busy’ with! He’s actually preparing a feast for Cherise and

Beckham! The same guy who refused to cook me a simple pasta dish! I guess love triumphs over

friendship for Damien, huh?”

Maeve leaned back, a smile playing on her lips. She gently patted her sleeping daughter with one hand

and looked up at Charles with raised eyebrows. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

Charles’s eyebrows shot up. “Good? You consider catering to Cherise’s every whim good?”

“He’s finally showing some warmth, isn’t he? Remember when you first met Dame? You told me he

was distant, cold towards the world, and destined to be alone. Now look at him, preparing gourmet

meals for his lady love.”

Maeve sighed, a wave of relief washing over her. “He has always been this cold, reserved guy.

Although I wasn’t around much then, Grandpa always nagged about Dame’s personality, saying

making friends for him would be like climbing Mount Everest in flip- flops. But then Cherry came along

and brought normalcy into Dame’s life. And now that they’re back together, that warmth, that kindness

is shining through Isn’t thatsomething to be happy about?”

Charles feit betrayed when even Macve spoke up for Damien.

“Forget it,” he mumbled, but doubt gnawed at him. Could he really be overreacting?

He gave Maeve a helpless look. “But he’s making dinner for Cherise and her dad, then turns around

and gives me a hard time about pasta! Aren’t you even slightly annoyed?”

Maeve met his gaze, her smile gentle. “Annoyed? Not at all. I have you. My brother cooks for his wife.

You cook for me. It’s all good, right?”

She winked. “Speaking of food, is it ready? I’m famished!”

Charles blinked, momentarily speechless. Then he chuckled. “Yes, love. It’s ready.”

Meanwhile, Damien placed the final dish on the table, his eyes drawn to Beckham patiently styling

Cherise’s hair. He had crafted two thick braids that perfectly mirrored Serafina’s with surprising

accuracy.

Despite being twenty-five and all grown up, Cherise’s youthful face somehow appeared even younger

with those braids, transforming her into a high school student once again.