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

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

some reason, Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform yoù; thus,

dressing room. “These are the ones you have been

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

woman carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen

Cute, playful, sweet…

colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to

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

and classic pieces, exuding a mating,

the clothes, an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason why

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

to stand on her own-to be an independent

that was the

know why she had

swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she

pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses

jaw dropped as she gawked

of her was no longer the

innocent smile, and the way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when