My Blind Husband

Chapter 83 Cake From Little Swan

He pressed his lips together and turned the car back. “I know a patisserie.”

The car made a few turns and eventually stopped at an alley in the older parts of the city.

Jacob pointed at an old sign saying ‘Little Swan Patisserie. “Go on. His sister used to buy him cakes from here.”

“Alright!”

Cherise nodded, slung her back over her shoulders, and dashed toward the shop.

Leaning back in his seat, Jacob wound the window down and lit a cigarette.

Through the smoke, he saw the white-shirt girl push open the old shop door.

It was as though she was opening Damien’s long-closed heart.

A smile of relief appeared on his face.

The butler’s right. Cherise is truly a cure for Damien.

The girl’s naivety and kindness almost seemed to belong in a fairy tale.

had been thirteen years since

within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same

the only one who thought that if Maeve were still

cigarette when Cherise came back with

in her arms. “Let’s

the corner of his eye.

sweat on her forehead, she smiled and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have any ready to

was doubtful, but he did not pry further.

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not coming

Jacob. He stayed in

“No, no.”

his hand. “I have something to do at

around and quickly

birthday celebration failed and that guy began

to take

get

go now!”

her arms, Cherise watched Jacob’s car disappear and pursed her lips. “Is it

a deep breath and turned around. She trod carefully with the cake in her arms, worried that taking

was deadly silent