Marrying the Man in the Dark

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,

news from Europe, drawing

Cherise’s delicate voice broke the silence.

opened his eyes.

dainty woman before him, dressed in a white princess dress. Her fair, almost ethereal skin glowed under the soft lamplight. A hint of surprise flashed in Damien’s eyes beneath the

looked beautiful in the whimsical princess

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to her demure. Unless you knew, you’d never guess she

you awake?” Cherise asked, noticing his movement.

smiled and continued, “It’s time for dinner. Should

nodded faintly. “Sure.”

could tell he was not in a good

in the afternoon, the servants were all moving around. on tiptoe, behaving

breath and guided him out

table was adorned with several candles and red wine and steak –

She had asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell for

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 to

table, Damien narrowed his eyes slightly and inquired in a chilly tone, “What’s for dinner?”

and a birthday cake,” Cherise said almost inaudibly as she wheeled him closer to

grew even colder. “Birthday