Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise looked at him/quizzically, “Who is the guest?”

“Is it a relative or friend of yours, or is it mine? Or your client? Should I avoid them?”

“No need.”

Damien held her in his arms; then he gently planted a kiss on her cheek. “It’s just someone who came to ask me for a favor.”

“However.”

The man looked her up and down in her pajamas. “The other party is a bit older, so out of courtesy, it’s better for you to change into something more formal”

Cherise nodded and quickly got up to go upstairs. “I’ll go change my clothes!”

“Madam, this way.”

Just as Cherise went upstairs, Frances warmly led her to the dressing room.

Inside the dressing room, Cherise looked around.

She gazed at the women’s clothes in several large wardrobes, “Are these… all mine?”

nodded, “Yes, these are

before, he spent a whole afternoon

reason, Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform yoù; thus, you’ve never worn

room. “These are the ones you have been

long time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that Damien had picked

every piece of clothing that Damien

Cute, playful, sweet…

of styling options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up like a delicate little

clothes that Frances had pointed out to her were

and classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual

the clothes, an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason

his hand; he wanted to

she wanted to stand on her own-to be an independent

that was the

didn’t know why she had such

she was

took a deep breath, picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each of them against her

and her jaw dropped as she

lady in front of her was no longer the same as

way she held the white dress were exactly the same