Novel Square
Chapter 66
Chapter 66
Chapter 66 You Have My Sympathy
He took a step back involuntarily. “You’re Cherise’s husband?”
“Of course.”
Damien chuckled and placed a kiss on Cherise’s forehead. “Aren’t you going to introduce.
Cherise regained her composure and quickly got back on her feet, then awkwardly introduced them. “lan, this is my husband, Damien Lenoir.”
“Dear, this is my senior, Ian Philips.”
Ian’s face turned pale. “Mr. Lenoir, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I didn’t expect Cherise’s husband to be this young,” he added, a tinge of bitterness in his
tone.
Damien could sense the jealousy in his words as he smiled nonchalantly, “By the sound of your voice, you seem older than me, Mr. Philips.”
He drummed his fingers on the handle of his wheelchair. “Mr. Philips, you must be around thirty-six.”
“I’m twenty-six, actually, ten years younger than you,”
lan responded with his face turning a shade redder.
The pettiness of this man!
I admit that I was being sarcastic when I said he was younger than I thought, but his words have topped the sarcasm charts!
Meanwhile, Cherise was completely oblivious to the subtle punches between the men. She shook her head. “Dear, you’ve mistaken. Ian just graduated last year, he should only be a few years older than you.”
Ian balled his fists. “I’m twenty-five, a year younger than you, Mr. Lenoir.”
Cherise was surprised to hear that, and she scratched her head awkwardly. “Sorry, Ian.”
“I always thought you were mature beyond your years, it seems I have misjudged your age.”
Damien, on the other hand, continued calmly, “Or perhaps Mr. Philips has a particularly…
Seasoned appearance?”
Cherise was left with no words.
She had finally managed to steer the conversation away from conflict and avoid further confrontation, but Damien’s remarks seemed to have brought anger to lan’s eyes.
He clenched his fists silently.
Since his college days, lan had always been regarded as a young, handsome, and able man. He was used to being showered by compliments, and women were crazy for him.
But Damien’s remarks caught him off guard.
He bit his lips and squeezed these words through his teeth. “Can’t you see what I look like? I don’t understand what you were trying to say.
Damien scoffed indifferently and fiddled with Cherise’s fingers. “You’re right, I can’t see what you look like.”
“You!”
“Ian.”
Cherise hurriedly interrupted lan and shook her head. “lan… My husband… is visually impaired.”
Ian was stunned.
A few moments later, it had dawned on him.
Ah, he is blind.
No wonder he is sitting in a wheelchair; no wonder he has a blindfold on. Ian assumed there was
more to it.
After all, he is just a blind man.
And it all started to make sense to Ian. A handsome, elegant, and rich man like Damien. Lenoir would have never taken Cherise as his wife unless there was a catch.
Yes, he is rich, so what?
Yes, he is handsome, so what?
He has to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, and he can’t see a thing!
At that thought, Ian could not help but feel a touch of satisfaction. “Mr. Lenoir, were you born blind, or did it happen later?”
Damien leaned back in his wheelchair, toying idly with Cherise’s fair and delicate fingers. “I was injured in a fire when I was thirteen, and it damaged my retinas.”
Ian’s ego was properly tickled. “Retinal injuries are difficult to treat.” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
“You have my sympathy, Mr. Lenoir. It must be tough not being able to see the beautiful. creation of this world or your lovely wife.”