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?”

smiled and nodded, “Yes, these are all

before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office picking

didn’t inform yoù; thus, you’ve never worn

the ones you

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

every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen for her.

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

out to her were the ones

classic pieces, exuding a mating,

understanding seeped within her. There was probably a

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

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

the old Cherise.

she had such thoughts before.

the clothes before her; she was truly touched

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

around, and her jaw dropped

was no longer the same

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