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 said those things in

isn’t going to let me live

gently pulling the blanket aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten

be

brain stalled for

lips pressed against hers. “You’ll find

“Umph!”

Cherise was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no

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bed listening to the news

eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

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

Monster!

nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested,

eyebrow as he shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re

shook her head. “No, better

would give away what had happened.

and manage her meal independently, her sore and,

managed to grab onto

“Looks like

the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances will be

reluctant to admit it, she realized

“Okay.”