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

from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out these clothes for

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

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

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

carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen

Cute, playful, sweet…

variety of styling options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up like a delicate little

out to her

classic pieces, exuding a mating, capable, and

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

the palm of his hand;

own-to be an independent

the

she had such thoughts

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

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

jaw dropped as she

front of her was no

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