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?”

“Yes, these

spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out these clothes for you.”

didn’t inform

at the outermost part of the dressing room. “These are the ones you have been wearing recently. If you don’t like the ones Mr. Lenoir picked, you can

finally walked slowly to the wardrobe

of clothing

Cute, playful, sweet…

styling options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her

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

pieces, exuding a mating,

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

his hand; he wanted to take good

heart, she wanted to stand on her own-to be an independent woman who self-supported herself without relying on

that was the old

why she

warmth seeing the clothes before her; she

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

and her jaw dropped as she gawked at

her was no longer the same as before.

and the way she held the white dress were exactly the same as when she first saw Cherise