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!”

embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had

going to let

“Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds

won’t be

stalled for a

fiery lips pressed against

“Umph!”

was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave

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in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and

raised an eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

but he, who had been doing all the work,

Monster!

as her feet were about to hit

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

her head. “No, better

asking Frances to bring her food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and

manage her meal independently,

she managed to grab onto

like your legs

resigned smile, 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

reluctant to admit it, she

“Okay.”