Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 83 Cake From Little Swan

He pressed his lips together and turned the car back. “I know a patisserie.”

The car made a few turns and eventually stopped at an alley in the older parts of the city.

Jacob pointed at an old sign saying ‘Little Swan Patisserie. “Go on. His sister used to buy him cakes from here.”

“Alright!”

Cherise nodded, slung her back over her shoulders, and dashed toward the shop.

Leaning back in his seat, Jacob wound the window down and lit a cigarette.

Through the smoke, he saw the white-shirt girl push open the old shop door.

It was as though she was opening Damien’s long-closed heart.

A smile of relief appeared on his face.

The butler’s right. Cherise is truly a cure for Damien.

The girl’s naivety and kindness almost seemed to belong in a fairy tale.

been thirteen years since

never celebrated his birthday within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same mind that his

only one who thought that if Maeve were still alive, she would want.

was smoking his third cigarette when Cherise

held it carefully in her arms. “Let’s

man glanced at the item in her arms through the corner of his eye. “Why did it

forehead, she smiled and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have any ready to go and baked one

not pry further. He drove back to the

1/3

coming to celebrate

and looked at Jacob. He stayed in the driver’s seat, not

“No, no.”

hand. “I have something

the car around

failed and

people to

get involved in

go now!”

disappear and pursed her lips. “Is it that urgent at

deep breath and turned around. She trod carefully with the cake in her arms, worried

silent in the

warmly whenever she came home.

only gave a light