Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 83 Cake From Little Swan

He pressed his lips together and turned the car back. “I know a patisserie.”

The car made a few turns and eventually stopped at an alley in the older parts of the city.

Jacob pointed at an old sign saying ‘Little Swan Patisserie. “Go on. His sister used to buy him cakes from here.”

“Alright!”

Cherise nodded, slung her back over her shoulders, and dashed toward the shop.

Leaning back in his seat, Jacob wound the window down and lit a cigarette.

Through the smoke, he saw the white-shirt girl push open the old shop door.

It was as though she was opening Damien’s long-closed heart.

A smile of relief appeared on his face.

The butler’s right. Cherise is truly a cure for Damien.

and kindness almost seemed to belong in a

been thirteen years

those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same mind that his birthday was

that if Maeve were still alive,

smoking his third cigarette when Cherise came back with the

in her

through the corner of

sweat on her forehead, she smiled and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have any ready to go and baked one immediately. That

not pry further. He drove

1/3

you not coming to celebrate

head and looked at Jacob. He stayed in the driver’s

“No, no.”

something to

turned the car around

the birthday celebration failed and that

people to take my

not want to get involved

go now!”

cake in her arms, Cherise watched Jacob’s car disappear and pursed

the cake in her arms, worried that taking bigger steps would

deadly silent in the