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

those consortia and companies, he established the rule that he must

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

news from Europe,

delicate voice

opened his eyes.

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

but think Cherise looked beautiful in the whimsical

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

you awake?” Cherise asked, noticing his

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

faintly.

not in a good mood from

returned in the afternoon, the servants were all

took a deep breath and guided him out of the study

table was adorned with several candles and red wine and steak – the quintessential candlelit

beat. She had asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell for

experience of a candlelit dinner like that. Before this,

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