Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 162 Dream and Illusion

The dream had lifted Cherise’s spirits and sparked hope, only to crumble into mere

illusion.

Using his finger, Damien raised her chin. “Mrs. Lenoir, was that inappropriate dream you. had there?”

Blushing at the dream memory, Cherise stammered, “N-no!”

“No?” The man chuckled and picked up the voice recorder from the table, pressing the play button.

“No, don’t…”

“Honey, stop kissing me.”

“There’s so much saliva, don’t kiss me…”

“No, I don’t mind your saliva, but stop kissing… I can’t catch my breath…”

The woman’s giggles echoed in the room.

Cherise’s face turned red as a beet, and she quickly wrapped herself in the blanket. “I didn’t say that!”

“It wasn’t me!”

couldn’t believe she had

isn’t going to let me live

aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten

be able

for

the man’s fiery lips pressed against

“Umph!”

Cherise was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over

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to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked,

raised an eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be

Monster!

as her feet

position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need to

her head.

bring her food would give away what had

manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way, nearly sending

managed to grab onto the

“Looks like your legs have given up on

he continued, “Instead of putting on a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come

admit it, she realized the wisdom in his

“Okay.”