Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 84 The Birthday Boy

At eight o’clock in the evening.

The servants had dispersed inside the villa as per Cherise’s request, leaving behind only a few bodyguards.

Dressed in a white lace princess dress, Cherise drew a deep breath before knocking gently on Damien’s study door.

The room was cloaked in darkness, with moonlight seeping through the windows, creating a subtly chilly ambiance.

In the study, Damien was stretched out in his wheelchair. His eyes were covered with black silk, making it impossible for Cherise to determine whether he was awake or asleep. She gently turned on the lights and approached, calling out, “Hey, hubby?”

The man furrowed slightly.

Damien had spent the entire afternoon poring over reports from five European consortia, and his weariness had finally caught up with him as he drifted off in his wheelchair.

Thirteen years ago, on this very day, his sister, whom he dearly loved, had tragically perished in a fiery blaze.

This heartbreaking incident compelled him to push himself to the limits, endure humiliation, and carry weighty responsibilities.

That was why when he founded those consortia and companies, he established the rule that he must conduct an annual year-end review on this particular day.

as a constant reminder to himself. To never slack off, pause,

good news from Europe, drawing

Cherise’s delicate voice broke

Damien opened his eyes.

princess dress. Her fair, almost ethereal skin glowed under the soft lamplight. A

Cherise looked beautiful in the

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Unless you knew, you’d never guess she was initially a

Cherise asked, noticing

continued, “It’s time for dinner.

Damien nodded faintly. “Sure.”

tell he was not in a good mood from his indifferent

in the afternoon, the servants were all moving

him out of the study and down

was adorned with several candles and red wine and steak – the quintessential

and Mr. Hurrell for some favors in

they gone through all this trouble for her? This was her first experience of a candlelit dinner like that. Before this, she had only seen it on television. She didn’t even know how

in everything on the table, Damien narrowed his eyes slightly and inquired in a chilly tone, “What’s for

cake,” Cherise said almost inaudibly as she wheeled him closer

even