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

years. Everyone else had the same mind that his birthday

the only one who thought that if Maeve were still alive, she would want. Damien to have a joyful

smoking his third cigarette when

it carefully in her arms. “Let’s

arms through the corner of his eye. “Why

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

but he did not pry further.

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coming to

Jacob. He stayed in

“No, no.”

waved his hand. “I have something to do at the

the car around and

failed and that guy

to

to get involved in such

go now!”

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

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

was deadly silent