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.

a constant reminder to himself. To never slack off, pause, and forget the bitterness

this year had brought frequent good news from Europe, drawing him closer to

Cherise’s delicate voice broke the silence.

his

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

help but think Cherise looked

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

asked, noticing his movement.

time for dinner. Should I wheel you

nodded faintly. “Sure.”

he was not in a good mood from his indifferent tone.

when she returned in the afternoon, the servants were all moving around.

and guided him out of the study and down

room remained dark, but the table was adorned with several

skipped a beat. She had asked Frances and Mr. Hurrell for some favors in preparing for Damien’s

candlelit dinner like that. Before this, she had only seen it on television. She didn’t even know

table, Damien narrowed his eyes slightly and inquired in a chilly tone,

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

even colder. “Birthday cake?”