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

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

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

his third cigarette when Cherise came

held it carefully in her arms.

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

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

he did not pry further. He drove back

1/3

not coming

stayed in the driver’s seat, not intending

“No, no.”

waved his hand. “I have something

around

celebration failed

send people to take

get involved in such a

go now!”

the cake in her arms, Cherise watched Jacob’s car disappear and pursed her lips. “Is it that

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

was deadly silent in