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 said those things in her

to let me

Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from his wife in the early

be able to

for a second.

man’s fiery lips

“Umph!”

sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed. And she

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the news with a relaxed demeanor,

eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be only

Monster!

of bed. Just as her feet

raised an eyebrow as he shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need

her head. “No,

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

her resolve to get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost

she managed to grab onto the bed’s

“Looks like your legs

you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances will be in the know, and the rest

reluctant to admit it, she realized the wisdom

“Okay.”