My Blind Husband

Chapter 84 The Birthday Boy

At eight o’clock in the evening.

The servants had dispersed inside the villa as per Cherise’s request, leaving behind only a few bodyguards.

Dressed in a white lace princess dress, Cherise drew a deep breath before knocking gently on Damien’s study door.

The room was cloaked in darkness, with moonlight seeping through the windows, creating a subtly chilly ambiance.

In the study, Damien was stretched out in his wheelchair. His eyes were covered with black silk, making it impossible for Cherise to determine whether he was awake or asleep. She gently turned on the lights and approached, calling out, “Hey, hubby?”

The man furrowed slightly.

Damien had spent the entire afternoon poring over reports from five European consortia, and his weariness had finally caught up with him as he drifted off in his wheelchair.

Thirteen years ago, on this very day, his sister, whom he dearly loved, had tragically perished in a fiery blaze.

This heartbreaking incident compelled him to push himself to the limits, endure humiliation, and carry weighty responsibilities.

companies, he established the rule that he must conduct an annual year-end review

as a constant reminder to himself. To never slack off, pause, and forget the bitterness

this year had brought frequent good news

delicate voice

Damien opened his eyes.

ethereal skin glowed under the

couldn’t help but think Cherise looked beautiful in

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her demure. Unless you knew, you’d never guess she was initially a girl from the

Cherise

for dinner. Should

Damien nodded faintly. “Sure.”

he was not in a

the afternoon, the servants were

a deep breath and guided him out of the study and

with several candles and red

Mr. Hurrell for some favors in preparing

like that. Before this, she had only seen it on television. She didn’t even know how to