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,

before, he spent

for some reason, Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform

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

long time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that

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

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

Frances had pointed out to her

formal and classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual charm.

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

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

on her own-to be an independent woman who

the old

why she had

warmth seeing the clothes before her; she was truly touched by Damien’s

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

around, and her jaw dropped as she gawked at Cherise.

was no longer

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