My Blind Husband

Cherise looked at him/quizzically, “Who is the guest?”

“Is it a relative or friend of yours, or is it mine? Or your client? Should I avoid them?”

“No need.”

Damien held her in his arms; then he gently planted a kiss on her cheek. “It’s just someone who came to ask me for a favor.”

“However.”

The man looked her up and down in her pajamas. “The other party is a bit older, so out of courtesy, it’s better for you to change into something more formal”

Cherise nodded and quickly got up to go upstairs. “I’ll go change my clothes!”

“Madam, this way.”

Just as Cherise went upstairs, Frances warmly led her to the dressing room.

Inside the dressing room, Cherise looked around.

She gazed at the women’s clothes in several large wardrobes, “Are these… all mine?”

smiled and nodded, “Yes, these are all

just returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office

inform yoù; thus, you’ve never

dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the ones Mr. Lenoir picked, you can wear these instead.”

long time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes

woman carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen

Cute, playful, sweet…

options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress

out to her were the ones

classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual

There was probably a reason why she had never worn the clothes chosen

of his hand; he wanted to take

stand on her own-to be an

that was the

know why she had such thoughts before.

swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she was truly touched by Damien’s

breath, picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each of them against her body. “Does this look good?”

jaw dropped as she

of her was no longer the same

dress were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise