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,

spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out

didn’t inform yoù; thus, you’ve never worn

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

a long time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with

woman carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen

Cute, playful, sweet…

colored the dressing room; all seemed ready

Frances had pointed out to her

exuding a mating, capable, and

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

that Damien wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand; he wanted to take

be

the

she had such thoughts before.

swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she was truly touched by Damien’s sincerity and

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

turned around, and her jaw dropped as she

her was no longer the same

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