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.

years

within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the

that if Maeve were still alive, she

cigarette when Cherise came back with the

in her arms.

item in her arms through the corner of his eye. “Why did it take

away the sweat on her forehead, she smiled and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have any ready to go and baked one immediately. That took a

but he did not pry further.

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coming to

at Jacob. He stayed in the driver’s seat, not intending to

“No, no.”

his hand. “I have something to do at the

the car around and quickly

birthday celebration failed

will send people to take my clinic

get involved in such a

go now!”

the cake in her arms, Cherise watched Jacob’s car disappear

took a deep breath and turned around. She trod carefully with the cake in her arms, worried that taking bigger steps

silent in the

this, Frances and the butler would greet her warmly whenever she came

a light smile