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

just returned from Lermille before, he spent a

Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform yoù; thus,

room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the ones

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

carefully flipped through every piece of

Cute, playful, sweet…

room; all seemed ready to dress her up

pointed out to

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

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

his hand; he wanted to take good care of her and pamper

be an independent woman

the

know why she

with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she was truly touched

took a deep breath, picked out a set of pure and playful white lotus leaf edge dresses from the clothing rail, and compared each of them against her body. “Does this look

dropped as she

in front of her was no

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