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

returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out

inform yoù; thus,

outermost part of the dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently.

stood at the door for a long time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that Damien had picked

carefully flipped through every piece of clothing

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

hand, the clothes that Frances had pointed out

and classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and

There was probably a reason why she had never worn

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

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

that was the

why she

seeing the clothes before her; she

leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each of them against her body.

turned around, and her jaw dropped as she gawked at

her was no longer the same as before.

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