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?”

nodded, “Yes,

from Lermille before, he spent a

inform yoù; thus, you’ve never worn them.”

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

walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that Damien had picked

piece of clothing that Damien had chosen

Cute, playful, sweet…

colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up like

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

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

understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason

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

own-to be an independent

the old Cherise.

Cherise didn’t know why she

clothes before her; she was

breath, picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared

her jaw dropped as she gawked at

lady in front of her was no longer the same as before.

she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she