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?”

smiled and nodded, “Yes, these are

from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out these

didn’t inform yoù; thus, you’ve never

the dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t

slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that

carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen for her.

Cute, playful, sweet…

dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up like a

clothes that Frances had pointed out to her were the ones she used to

pieces, exuding a mating, capable,

clothes, an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason why she had never worn the clothes

was fair to assume that Damien wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand; he wanted

in her heart, she wanted to stand on her own-to be an independent

the old Cherise.

Cherise didn’t know why she had

she was truly touched by

a deep breath, picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing

jaw dropped as

in front of her was

the way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise five