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!”

she had

Damien isn’t going to let me

aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from his wife

won’t be able to

for a

moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers.

“Umph!”

Cherise was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed. And she

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to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked,

eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

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

Monster!

out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t

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

her head. “No, better

Frances to bring her food would give away what

independently, her sore and, feeble

managed to grab onto the bed’s

but jest, “Looks like your legs have given up

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

to admit it, she realized the wisdom in

“Okay.”