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?”

nodded, “Yes, these are all

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

you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the

stood at the door for a long time and finally walked slowly to

carefully flipped through every piece of clothing

Cute, playful, sweet…

dressing room; all seemed ready to

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

formal and classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable,

the clothes, an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason why she had never worn the clothes chosen by

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

she wanted to stand on her own-to be an independent

the

Cherise didn’t know why she

she was

deep breath, picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each of

and her jaw dropped as she gawked at Cherise.

was no longer the same as before.

way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise five years