Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 84 The Birthday Boy

At eight o’clock in the evening.

The servants had dispersed inside the villa as per Cherise’s request, leaving behind only a few bodyguards.

Dressed in a white lace princess dress, Cherise drew a deep breath before knocking gently on Damien’s study door.

The room was cloaked in darkness, with moonlight seeping through the windows, creating a subtly chilly ambiance.

In the study, Damien was stretched out in his wheelchair. His eyes were covered with black silk, making it impossible for Cherise to determine whether he was awake or asleep. She gently turned on the lights and approached, calling out, “Hey, hubby?”

The man furrowed slightly.

Damien had spent the entire afternoon poring over reports from five European consortia, and his weariness had finally caught up with him as he drifted off in his wheelchair.

Thirteen years ago, on this very day, his sister, whom he dearly loved, had tragically perished in a fiery blaze.

heartbreaking incident compelled him to push himself to

he established the rule that he must

himself. To never slack off, pause,

frequent good news from Europe, drawing him closer to

delicate voice broke the

his

in a white princess dress. Her fair, almost ethereal skin glowed under the soft lamplight. A hint

Cherise looked beautiful in the whimsical princess dresses,

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her demure. Unless you knew, you’d never guess she

you awake?” Cherise asked, noticing his movement.

and continued, “It’s time for dinner. Should I wheel you downstairs?”

faintly.

tell he was not in a good mood

afternoon, the servants were all moving around.

out of the study

with several candles and

asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell

dinner like that. Before this,