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

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

reason, Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform yoù; thus, you’ve never worn

ones you have been

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

flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien

Cute, playful, sweet…

of styling options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to

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

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

an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason

of his hand; he wanted to take good care of her and pamper her

her heart, she wanted to stand on her own-to be

the

Cherise didn’t know why she had such thoughts

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

pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and

turned around, and her jaw dropped as she gawked

front of her was no longer the same as

held the white dress were exactly the same as when she first saw