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.

to push himself to the limits, endure

companies, he established the rule that he must conduct an annual

slack off, pause, and forget the bitterness he once harbored.

frequent good news from Europe, drawing him closer

Cherise’s delicate voice

his

princess dress. Her fair, almost ethereal skin glowed under the

looked beautiful in the whimsical

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innocent and elegant touch to her demure. Unless you knew, you’d never guess she was initially a girl

asked, noticing

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

faintly. “Sure.”

was not in a good mood from

returned in the afternoon, the servants were all moving

deep breath and guided him out of the

several candles and red

a beat. She had asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell for some

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