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?”

“Yes, these are all yours.”

he spent

some reason, Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform

the outermost part of the dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the

the door for a long time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that

carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had

Cute, playful, sweet…

variety of styling options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up

the other hand, the clothes that Frances had pointed out to

pieces, exuding

an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason why she had never worn

wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand; he wanted to take

on her own-to be an independent woman who self-supported herself without relying on

was the

she had such thoughts

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

leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each of

turned around, and her jaw dropped

her was no

the white dress were exactly the same as