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 her

no, Damien isn’t going to let me

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

be able

brain stalled for a second. “Resist

man’s fiery lips pressed

“Umph!”

noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed.

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to the news with

eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all

Monster!

a deep breath, slipped into her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask Frances to bring

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

shook her head. “No, better

what had happened. Besides, it felt

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

to grab

but jest, “Looks 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 up? That way,

While reluctant to admit it, she realized

“Okay.”