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.

been thirteen years since Maeve

else had the same mind that his birthday was a depressing

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

was smoking his third cigarette when

held it carefully in her

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

away the sweat on her forehead, she smiled and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have any ready to go and baked one immediately. That

but he did not pry further. He

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coming

at Jacob. He stayed in the driver’s seat,

“No, no.”

something to do at

around and quickly

birthday celebration failed and that guy

people to

get involved in

go now!”

disappear and pursed her lips. “Is it that urgent at

with the cake in her arms, worried that taking bigger

deadly silent in