Marrying the Man in the Dark

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.

It had been thirteen years since Maeve passed on.

celebrated his birthday within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same mind that his birthday was

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

smoking his third cigarette when Cherise came back with the

carefully in her

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

and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have

not pry further. He drove back to the manor.

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you not coming to celebrate together?”

stayed in the driver’s seat, not intending to get

“No, no.”

hand. “I have something

turned the car around

failed and that guy began

send people to take my clinic

to get involved

go now!”

car disappear and pursed her lips.

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

silent in

Frances and the butler would greet her warmly whenever she came home. The house would be lively when she was

a light smile before leaving to

furrowed his brows at the thing in her hands. Resigned, he shook his head and