Chapter 67 Crossing Boundaries
Cherise was not impressed with the sarcastic remark by Ian. “lan!”
She was under the impression that lan was a kind and considerate man. He would never discuss a patient’s condition in front of them because it might hurt the patient’s feelings.
But why did he choose to say these words to Damien?
Jan quickly realized how unprofessional he had been when Cherise called his name.
He cleared his throat quietly. “My apologies, I’ve gone too far.”
“It’s true, I can’t see anything.”
Damien’s l*ps curved into an indifferent smile as he pulled Cherise into his embrace.
“Even though I can’t see Cherise’s face.”
He ran his long, slender fingers down her face and added gently, “I can feel it.”
Ian bit his l*ps fiercely.
He understood what Damien was talking about.
These were taunting remarks-telling Ian that he could never touch Cherise!
Cherise was still completely oblivious to the sizzling tension in the air.
She looked at lan gullibly, “Ian, Damien is really good at this. He can figure out how you look like just from touching your face.”
Ian was left with no words.
Who the heck wants to be touched by him?!
Sitting in the wheelchair, Damien burst into laughter. “It seems like your friend doesn’t want me to know what he looks like.”
“Perhaps he isn’t the best-looking one?”
His tone was filled with mockery.
Cherise frowned, “Dear, you’re mistaken, Ian looks pretty cute.”
Damien chuckled in response, then pointed his l*ps ironically in Ian’s direction. “I haven’t
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felt it, how would I know?”
Cherise was taken aback.
Does this mean… Damien is curious about what Ian’s face looks like?
Isn’t it a little weird for a man to caress another man’s face?
But another voice in her head told her that she should let Ian prove himself. After all, he used to be her crush.
Just as Cherise was trying to put together a response, lan said with a wry smile, “Cherise, please get Lila.”
“I need to talk to her.”
He threw a sharp gaze at Damien as he spoke. “Besides, I’d like to have a word with your husband too.”
Cherise continued her inner debate inside her head, but Damien interrupted her thought.
“Go ahead.”
“Perhaps Mr. Phil*ps wanted to wait until you left us before letting me touch him.”
Ian became blue and pale in the face.
Something seemed to have dawned on Cherise – as if she had realized that Ian was just embarra*sed to be touched while she was around.
At that thought, she hurriedly went for the laundry’s exit.
But she had hardly walked a few steps when Damien’s silvery and tender voice came from behind. “Put on your shoes.”
She facepalmed, thinking how absurd it was for her to forget about her shoes!
Scratching her head, Cherise turned around and scurried over, sl*pped her feet into her canvas shoes, did her laces, and scurried away.
She also made sure to close the door behind her.
Even after the door had been shut, Damien and Ian could hear her footsteps faint away. into the distance of the hallway.
Damien raised an understated smile, his face shifted to meet lan’s gaze. “Mr. Phil*ps, do
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you have something to discuss with me?”
Ian squinted his eyes, his gaze icy as he stared down at Damien. “Are you truly blind?”
When Cherise had left earlier, not even he had noticed that she was not wearing shoes. How did this blind man know?
And he had even managed to remind her?
“If I recall correctly, you are an orthopedic surgeon, Mr. Phil*ps.”
Damien said, his fingers gently tapping the leather armrest of his wheelchair. “How much does an orthopedic surgeon know about eyes?”
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