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 are all

you and Mr. Lenoir had just returned from Lermille before, he spent

Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform yoù; thus, you’ve

at the outermost part of the dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If

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

piece of clothing that Damien

Cute, playful, sweet…

seemed ready

hand, the clothes that Frances had pointed out to her were the ones

pieces, exuding a

the clothes, an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason why she had never worn the clothes chosen by

that Damien wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand; he wanted to

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

the

know why she had such thoughts before.

heart swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she was truly touched by

picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from

and her jaw dropped as she gawked at

was no longer the

dress were exactly the