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 mind that his birthday was

was the only one who thought that if Maeve were still alive, she would want. Damien

smoking his third cigarette when Cherise came back

carefully in her arms.

the item in her arms through the corner of his eye. “Why did

her forehead, she smiled and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said

pry further. He

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not coming

and looked at Jacob. He stayed in the driver’s seat, not intending

“No, no.”

hand. “I have something to do at the clinic.

around and quickly drove

birthday celebration failed and that

send people to take my

want to get involved in

go now!”

Jacob’s car disappear and pursed

She trod carefully with the cake in her arms, worried that taking

was deadly silent in the