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.

when he founded those consortia and companies, he established the

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

good news from Europe, drawing him closer to his

delicate voice

Damien opened his eyes.

skin glowed under the

Cherise looked beautiful in

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

Cherise asked, noticing

continued, “It’s time for dinner. Should I wheel you

Damien nodded faintly. “Sure.”

could tell he was not in a good

the servants were all moving around. on tiptoe,

deep breath and guided him out of

dark, but the table was adorned with several candles and red wine and

skipped a beat. She had asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell

first experience of a candlelit dinner like that. Before this, she had only seen it on television. She didn’t even know how to cut