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 are all yours.”

spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out these

reason, Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform

are the ones you have been wearing recently.

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

every piece of clothing that

Cute, playful, sweet…

room; all seemed ready to

Frances had pointed out to her were the ones she used to like…

exuding a mating, capable, and intellectual charm.

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

was fair to assume that Damien wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand; he wanted to take good care of her and pamper her for life.

on her own-to be an independent woman who self-supported herself

the old

didn’t know why she had such thoughts before.

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

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

around, and her jaw dropped as she gawked

of her was no

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