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?”

and nodded, “Yes, these are

returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office

Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform

pointed to the wardrobe at the outermost part of the dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the ones Mr.

and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with

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

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

other hand, the clothes that Frances had pointed out

exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual charm.

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

wanted to hold her in the palm of his

to stand on her own-to be an independent woman who self-supported

was the old

Cherise didn’t know why she had such thoughts before.

she was truly touched by Damien’s sincerity and deep

of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each of them against her body. “Does

and her jaw dropped as she gawked at

her was no longer the same as before.

smile, and the way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise