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

Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out these clothes for you.”

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

that, Frances 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. Lenoir picked, you can

walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes

piece of clothing that Damien had chosen

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

the other hand, the clothes that Frances had pointed out to her were

pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and

probably a reason why

in the palm of his hand; he wanted

on her own-to be an independent woman who self-supported herself without relying on her

was the old

didn’t know why she had such

heart swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she

lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared

jaw dropped as

of her was no longer the same

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