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?”

nodded, “Yes, these are

before, he spent a

didn’t inform yoù; thus, you’ve never

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,

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

of clothing that Damien had

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

out to her were the ones she used

pieces, exuding a mating,

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

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

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

was the old

she had such

with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she

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

her jaw dropped as she gawked at Cherise.

of her was no longer the

eyes, innocent smile, and the way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise five years ago.