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 Maeve passed

celebrated his birthday within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same mind that

were still alive,

when Cherise came

it carefully in her arms.

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

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

was doubtful, but he did not pry further. He drove back to the

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you not coming to

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

“No, no.”

“I have something

the car around and quickly

birthday celebration failed and that

send people to

get involved in such a

go now!”

cake in her arms, Cherise watched Jacob’s car disappear and pursed her

trod carefully with the cake in her arms, worried that

was deadly silent in the