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

had just returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out these clothes for

inform yoù; thus,

the wardrobe at the outermost part of the 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

slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that Damien had picked out for

flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had

Cute, playful, sweet…

the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up

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

and classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable,

a reason why she

of his

own-to be an independent woman who self-supported

was the old Cherise.

know why she had such thoughts before.

her; she was truly touched by Damien’s sincerity and

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

her jaw dropped

in front of her was no longer the same as before.

were exactly the same as when