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 humiliation,

he established the rule that he

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

this year had brought frequent good news from Europe, drawing him

voice

opened his eyes.

dainty woman before him, dressed in a white princess dress. Her fair, almost ethereal skin glowed under the soft lamplight. A hint

think Cherise looked

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elegant touch to her demure. Unless you knew, you’d

awake?” Cherise asked, noticing his movement.

and continued, “It’s time for dinner. Should I

faintly.

in a good mood from his indifferent

the servants were all moving

guided him out

the dining room remained dark, but the table was adorned with several candles and red wine and steak –

and Mr. Hurrell for some favors in preparing for

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 know how to