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 all

and Mr. Lenoir had just returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office picking

didn’t inform yoù; thus, you’ve

dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the ones Mr. Lenoir picked, you can

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

of clothing that Damien had

Cute, playful, sweet…

styling options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up

that Frances had pointed out to

pieces, exuding a

understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason why she had never worn

palm of his hand; he wanted to take good care of her

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

was the old

she

heart swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she was truly touched by

white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each of

dropped as she

of her was no longer the same as before.

innocent smile, and the way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when