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,

returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole

didn’t inform yoù; thus,

room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like

finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes

through every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen for

Cute, playful, sweet…

dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up like a delicate little

that Frances had pointed out to her were

pieces, exuding a mating,

probably a reason why she had never worn the clothes chosen by Damien

wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand; he wanted to take good

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

was the old

didn’t know why she had such thoughts before.

heart swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she was truly touched by Damien’s sincerity and

white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each

jaw dropped as she gawked

her was no

way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise