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.

founded those consortia and companies, he established the rule

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

good news from Europe, drawing him closer to his

voice broke

Damien opened his eyes.

white princess dress. Her fair, almost ethereal skin glowed under the soft lamplight. A hint

help but think Cherise looked beautiful in the whimsical

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demure. Unless you knew, you’d never guess she was initially

awake?” Cherise asked,

time for dinner. Should

Damien nodded faintly. “Sure.”

not in a good mood from

the afternoon, the servants were all moving around. on

him

with several candles and red wine and

asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell for some favors

for her? This was her first experience of a candlelit dinner like that. Before this, she had only seen it on