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?”

and nodded, “Yes, these are all yours.”

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

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

pointed to the wardrobe at the outermost 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 can wear

at the door for a long time and finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with

flipped through every piece of clothing that

Cute, playful, sweet…

colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress

had pointed out to her were the ones she

and classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and

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

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

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

the old

she had

clothes before her; she was truly touched by Damien’s sincerity

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

dropped as she gawked at

front of her was no longer the same

she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise five years ago.