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.

birthday within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same mind that his birthday was a depressing and

who thought that if Maeve were still alive, she would

smoking his third cigarette when

in

item in her arms through the corner of his

said they didn’t have any ready to go and baked one immediately. That took

pry further. He drove back to

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you not coming to celebrate together?”

He stayed in

“No, no.”

have something to do at the clinic. I’ll

turned the car around and

celebration failed and that guy

people to take my clinic

get involved in such a risk.

go now!”

the cake in her arms, Cherise watched Jacob’s car disappear and pursed her lips. “Is it that urgent at

trod carefully with the cake in her arms,

was deadly silent in the manor.

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

only gave a light smile before leaving to do her

butler saw her, he furrowed his brows at the thing in her hands. Resigned,