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,

Mr. Lenoir had just returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the

inform yoù; thus, you’ve

“These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the ones Mr. Lenoir picked,

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

carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

out to her were the ones she

formal and classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and

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

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

to stand on her own-to be an independent woman who self-supported herself

was the old

didn’t know why she had such thoughts before.

her; she was truly touched by Damien’s

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

turned around, and her jaw dropped as she gawked at

front of her was no longer the same as

were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise five years ago.