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 yours.”

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

inform yoù;

the ones you have been

slowly to

every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen for

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

pointed out to her were the ones she

exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual

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

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

her own-to be an independent woman

was the old Cherise.

Cherise didn’t know why she had such thoughts before.

she was truly touched by Damien’s sincerity and deep affection.

breath, picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses

dropped as

lady in front of her was no longer the

way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she