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

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

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

ones you

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

carefully flipped through every piece of clothing

Cute, playful, sweet…

options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up like a

clothes that Frances had pointed out to her were the ones she used to

classic pieces, exuding a

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

of his hand; he wanted

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

that was the

didn’t know why she had such

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

pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from

and her jaw dropped as she

her was no longer the

held the white dress were