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?”

and nodded, “Yes, these are all yours.”

returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon

some reason, Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform yoù;

to the wardrobe at the outermost part of the dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing

time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that Damien had

woman carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had

Cute, playful, sweet…

the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress

out to her were

exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual

through the clothes, an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason why she had

Damien wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand; he wanted to take good care of her and pamper her for

her own-to be an independent woman who

the old Cherise.

why she

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?”

dropped as she gawked at Cherise.

in front of her was no longer

held the white dress were exactly the same as when