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.

established the rule that he must conduct an

himself. To never slack off, pause,

frequent good news from Europe, drawing him

Cherise’s delicate voice broke the

Damien opened his eyes.

dress. Her fair, almost ethereal skin glowed under the soft lamplight. A

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

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and elegant touch to her demure. Unless you knew,

Cherise asked,

smiled and continued, “It’s time for

Damien nodded faintly. “Sure.”

was not in

were all moving

took a deep breath and guided him out

adorned with several candles and red wine and steak – the quintessential candlelit

skipped a beat. She had asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell for some favors

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.