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 couldn’t believe she had

no, Damien isn’t going to let

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

won’t be

stalled for a second.

man’s fiery lips

“Umph!”

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

1/3

the

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be only ‘a

Monster!

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

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

her head.

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

out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble

she managed to grab

couldn’t help but jest, “Looks like

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, only Frances will be in the know,

admit it, she realized the wisdom in

“Okay.”