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.

years since Maeve

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

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

when

in her arms.

in her arms through the corner of his eye.

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

pry further. He drove

1/3

not coming

and looked at Jacob. He stayed

“No, no.”

his hand. “I have something to do at the

the car around and quickly

celebration failed and

to

want to get involved in

go now!”

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

deep breath and turned around. She trod carefully with the cake in her arms, worried that taking

deadly silent in the