Novel Update
Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
“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.
Damien had never celebrated his birthday within those thirteen years. Everyone else had the same mind that his birthday was a depressing and sorrowful event.
Cherise was the only one who thought that if Maeve were still alive, she would want. Damien to have a joyful birthday.
Jacob was smoking his third cigarette when Cherise came back with the cake.
She held it carefully in her arms. “Let’s go!”
The man glanced at the item in her arms through the corner of his eye. “Why did it take so long?”
Wiping away the sweat on her forehead, she smiled and avoided his eyes. “The shop. owner said they didn’t have any ready to go and baked one immediately. That took a little. time.”
Jacob was doubtful, but he did not pry further. He drove back to the manor.
“Are you not coming to celebrate together?”
Cherise tilted her head and looked at Jacob. He stayed in the driver’s seat, not intending to get down.
“No, no.”
He waved his hand. “I have something to do at the clinic. I’ll
He turned the car around and quickly drove off.
If the birthday celebration failed and that guy began questioning…
He will send people to take my clinic apart!
Jacob did not want to get involved in such a risk.
go now!”
Cradling the cake in her arms, Cherise watched Jacob’s car disappear and pursed her lips. “Is it that urgent at the clinic…”
She took a deep breath and turned around. She trod carefully with the cake in her arms, worried that taking bigger steps would ruin it.
It was deadly silent in the manor.
Before this, Frances and the butler would greet her warmly whenever she came home. The house would be lively when she was back.
Yet today, Frances only gave a light smile before leaving to do her work.
When the butler saw her, he furrowed his brows at the thing in her hands. Resigned, he shook his head and left.
The entire house was surrounded by dreary air.
Cherise felt uncomfortable in the atmosphere.
Bringing the cake upstairs, she asked a servant and found out that Damien was in his study.
She placed her bag down and washed her face. She planned to meet him but noticed her reflection in the mirror.
A white T-shirt and faded jeans. Is this too casual?
Then again, her husband was blind. There was no point in wearing nicer clothes if he
could not see it.
But should she celebrate his birthday plainly just because he could not see?
She stared at her reflection for a long time.
In the end, she put on her slippers and ran down the stairs. “Butler, Frances, I need help!”