Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) Novel
Chapter 942

Chapter 942 Dressing for Him 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 cto askfor 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?” Frances smiled and nodded, “Yes, these are all yours.” “When you and Mr. Lenoir had just returned from Lermille before, he spent a whole afternoon in the office picking out these clothes for you.” “But for sreason, Mr. Lenoir didn’t inform you; thus, you've never worn them.” With that, Frances pointed to the wardrobe 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 wear these instead.” Cherise stood at the door for a long tand finally walked slowly to the wardrobe filled with clothes that Damien had picked out for her.

The woman carefully flipped through every piece of clothing that Damien had chosen for her.

Cute, playful, sweet...

A variety of styling options colored the dressing room; all seemed ready to dress her up like a delicate little princess On the other hand, the clothes that Frances had pointed out to her were the ones she used to like...

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

Looking through the clothes, an understanding seeped within her. There was probably a reason why 1/3 Chapter 942 Dressing for HIM she had never worn the clothes chosen by Damien before.

It was fair to assthat Damien wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand; he wanted to take good care of her and pamper her for life.

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

However, that was the old Cherise.

Now Cherise didn’t know why she had such thoughts before.

Her heart swelled with warmth seeing the clothes before her; she was truly touched by Damien’s sincerity and deep affection.

She 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 good?” Frances turned around, and her jaw dropped as she gawked at Cherise.

The lady in front of her was no longer the sas before.

Her clear eyes, innocent smile, and the way she held the white dress were exactly the sas when she first saw Cherise five years ago.

Everything about her is exactly the sas she was then.

Although her appearance had never changed throughout the five years, At that moment, her clear eyes and smile that radiated like the warm sun on a spring day shone into Frances’s heart, reminding her of the morning after Cherise’s wedding.

“No good?” The woman blinked her eyes as if she was about to put the dress back.

“No, no, no! It looks good!” Frances strode forward and stopped Cherise’s hands before she could put it back. Saying excitedly, “Madam, if you wear it like this, your husband will definitely like it.” Cherise pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed as she turned her head slightly. “I wear it because it looks good; why should I consider whether he likes it or not...” Despite trying to deny it, Cherise still took the dress to the dressing room.

Wearing this white dress, Cherise looked even more innocent and brighter than before.

Clasping her hands together, Frances enthusiastically suggested that Cherise let down her ponytail. “This way, you will look even more beautiful!” Cherise nodded and obediently let down her hair. Then, she gave Frances a faint smile. “Like this?”