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.

himself to the limits, endure humiliation, and carry weighty

he established the rule that he must conduct an annual

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

year had brought frequent good news from Europe, drawing him closer to his

voice broke the

opened his eyes.

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

think Cherise looked beautiful in the

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

Cherise asked, noticing his movement.

time for dinner. Should I wheel you

faintly. “Sure.”

tell he was not in a good mood

returned in the afternoon, the servants were all moving around. on tiptoe, behaving

deep breath and guided him out of the

dark, but the table was adorned with several candles and red wine and steak – the quintessential candlelit dinner.

She had asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell for some favors in

first experience of a candlelit dinner like that. Before this, she had only seen