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

his birthday within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the

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

cigarette when

held it carefully in her

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

eyes. “The shop. owner said they

he did not pry further. He

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coming

tilted her head and looked at Jacob. He stayed in the driver’s

“No, no.”

waved his hand. “I have something

turned the car around

the birthday celebration failed and that guy began

to take

want to get involved

go now!”

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

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

silent