Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 84 The Birthday Boy

At eight o’clock in the evening.

The servants had dispersed inside the villa as per Cherise’s request, leaving behind only a few bodyguards.

Dressed in a white lace princess dress, Cherise drew a deep breath before knocking gently on Damien’s study door.

The room was cloaked in darkness, with moonlight seeping through the windows, creating a subtly chilly ambiance.

In the study, Damien was stretched out in his wheelchair. His eyes were covered with black silk, making it impossible for Cherise to determine whether he was awake or asleep. She gently turned on the lights and approached, calling out, “Hey, hubby?”

The man furrowed slightly.

Damien had spent the entire afternoon poring over reports from five European consortia, and his weariness had finally caught up with him as he drifted off in his wheelchair.

Thirteen years ago, on this very day, his sister, whom he dearly loved, had tragically perished in a fiery blaze.

This heartbreaking incident compelled him to push himself to the limits, endure humiliation, and carry weighty responsibilities.

was why when he founded those consortia and companies, he established the rule that

reminder to himself. To never slack off, pause, and forget

brought frequent good news from Europe, drawing

voice

Damien opened his eyes.

him, dressed in a white princess dress. Her fair, almost ethereal skin glowed under the soft lamplight. A hint of surprise flashed in Damien’s eyes beneath the black

couldn’t help but think Cherise looked beautiful in the whimsical

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touch to her demure. Unless you knew, you’d never guess

awake?” Cherise asked,

continued, “It’s time for dinner. Should

Damien nodded faintly. “Sure.”

he was not in a

servants were all moving around. on tiptoe,

a deep breath and guided him out of the study and down

dining room remained dark, but the table was adorned with several candles and red wine

skipped a beat. She had asked Frances and Mr.

all this trouble for her? This was her first experience of a candlelit dinner like that. Before this, she had only seen it on television. She didn’t even