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.

thirteen years since Maeve passed

had never celebrated his birthday within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same mind that his birthday was a

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

smoking his third cigarette when Cherise came back

held it carefully in her arms.

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

eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have any ready

but he did not pry further. He drove back to

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you not coming to celebrate

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

“No, no.”

his hand. “I have something to do at

the car around and quickly

failed and that

will send people to

did not want to get involved in

go now!”

disappear and pursed

the cake in her arms,

was deadly silent in the