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.

thirteen years since

those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same mind that his birthday was a

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

was smoking his third cigarette when Cherise came back with the

in

man glanced at the item in her arms through the corner of his eye. “Why did it take so

and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have any ready to go and baked one

pry further. He drove back to the

1/3

you not coming

and looked at Jacob. He stayed

“No, no.”

his hand. “I have something to do at

around

celebration failed and that

to

did not want to get involved

go now!”

Jacob’s car disappear and pursed her lips. “Is

carefully with the cake in her arms, worried that taking bigger

was deadly silent