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

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

Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform yoù;

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

finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled

flipped through every piece of

Cute, playful, sweet…

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

Frances had pointed out to her were the ones she used

classic pieces, exuding

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

was fair to assume that Damien wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand;

her own-to be an independent woman who self-supported herself without relying

was the old

she had such thoughts before.

her; she was

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

jaw dropped as she

in front of her was no longer

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