My Blind Husband novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503 Caring for Charisa

Beckham, his eyes twinkling with amusement, approached Charisa with a steaming bowl of mushroom soup.

“I’m not here to disrupt your life, Charisa,” he stated with a charming smile. “I’m here to tend to my daughter’s mother; her wedding is just two days away, and you, as her mother, should be present,” he gently reminded her. “Your absence would be a disappointment to Cherise.”

Despite her frail appearance, Charisa’s eyes sparkled as she retorted at Beckham. Her demeanor, usually reserved and aloof, softened slightly during their exchange.

Cherise observed their interaction, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. She had always perceived her mother as a distant, unattainable figure. Despite knowing Charisa was her biological mother, Cherise felt a deep chasm between them.

Watching Charisa lean against the headboard, her expression a blend of frustration and vulnerability, Cherise couldn’t help but question her perceptions.

Perhaps there was more to her mother than met the eye. Perhaps, beneath her aloof exterior, Charisa harbored hidden depths of emotion.

Cherise thought of Damien, a man often perceived as standoffish and reserved. Yet, in her presence, he transformed into a playful rogue, always up to his mischievous antics.

Perhaps… this was the real Charisa, the person she revealed only to those she genuinely loved and considered equals.

As Cherise was lost in her thoughts, Beckham sensed the unusual mood in the air. Although slightly annoyed by Damien’s intrusion, he maintained his composure and addressed Charisa, “Our daughter is here, Charisa. Shouldn’t I take good care of you so you can be in top form for her wedding?”

When caught off guard by the unexpected suggestion, Cherise could only manage an awkward nod in response.

Charisa, laced with helplessness, protested, “It was just a simple cold-induced fainting spell. There’s no need for such a fuss.”

Cherise’s gaze darted to Beckham, their eyes meeting silently. Beckham’s expression was one of quiet appeal, urging for her cooperation.

Clearing her throat, Cherise addressed her mother, “But fainting from a cold can be serious, Mom You’ve been preoccupied with the wedding preparations and haven’t taken care of yourself.”

“Let Dad take care of you while I focus on the wedding details,” she suggested, her tone laced with