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.

him to push himself to the limits, endure

he founded those consortia and companies, he established the rule that he must conduct an annual year-end review on this particular day.

reminder to himself. To never slack off, pause, and forget the bitterness he once

frequent good news from Europe, drawing

delicate voice broke

his

almost ethereal skin glowed under the soft lamplight. A

Cherise looked beautiful in the whimsical princess dresses,

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touch to her demure. Unless you knew,

you awake?” Cherise asked, noticing his

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

faintly. “Sure.”

tell he was not in a good

afternoon, the servants were all moving

out of the study and down the

the table was adorned with several candles and

Frances and Mr. Hurrell for some favors

they gone through all this trouble for her? This was her first experience of a candlelit dinner like that. Before this, she had only seen it on television. She didn’t even