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?”

smiled and nodded, “Yes, these

before, he spent a whole afternoon in the

inform yoù;

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

door for a long time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that Damien had

every piece of clothing that Damien

Cute, playful, sweet…

all seemed ready to dress her up like

clothes that Frances had pointed out to her were the ones she used to

and classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual charm.

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 care of her and pamper her for

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

was the old Cherise.

know why she had

she was truly touched by Damien’s

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

and her jaw dropped as she gawked at Cherise.

of her was no longer the same as before.

eyes, innocent smile, and the way she held the white dress were exactly the