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

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

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

third cigarette when Cherise came back

carefully in

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

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

not pry further. He drove back to the

1/3

coming to

her head and looked at Jacob. He stayed in the driver’s seat, not intending

“No, no.”

something

around and quickly drove

birthday celebration failed and

people to take my clinic

not want to get

go now!”

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

the cake in her arms, worried that taking bigger

deadly silent in