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!”

believe she had said those things

going to

Lenoir, let me

won’t be able to

for a second. “Resist

moment, the man’s fiery lips

“Umph!”

out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire

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listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and

eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

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

shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the

head.

hesitated, concerned that asking Frances to bring her food would give away what had happened.

with her resolve to get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and,

she managed to grab onto the

like your legs

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

to admit it, she realized the wisdom

“Okay.”