Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise looked at him/quizzically, “Who is the guest?”

“Is it a relative or friend of yours, or is it mine? Or your client? Should I avoid them?”

“No need.”

Damien held her in his arms; then he gently planted a kiss on her cheek. “It’s just someone who came to ask me for a favor.”

“However.”

The man looked her up and down in her pajamas. “The other party is a bit older, so out of courtesy, it’s better for you to change into something more formal”

Cherise nodded and quickly got up to go upstairs. “I’ll go change my clothes!”

“Madam, this way.”

Just as Cherise went upstairs, Frances warmly led her to the dressing room.

Inside the dressing room, Cherise looked around.

She gazed at the women’s clothes in several large wardrobes, “Are these… all mine?”

“Yes, these

Lenoir had just returned from Lermille before, he spent a

inform yoù; thus,

part of the dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the ones Mr. Lenoir picked, you

finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that Damien had

of clothing that Damien

Cute, playful, sweet…

styling options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her

pointed out to her were the ones she used

pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual

within her. There was probably a reason why she had never worn the clothes

his hand; he wanted to take good care of her and

wanted to stand on her own-to be an independent woman who self-supported herself without relying on her

was the old Cherise.

why she

heart swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she

deep breath, picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing

dropped as she gawked

front of her was

the white dress were exactly the same as