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

going to let me live

beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten

be

brain stalled for a second.

man’s fiery lips

“Umph!”

by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over

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bed listening to the news with

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

her eyes. She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he,

Monster!

as her feet were

to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the

head. “No,

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

meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way,

she managed to grab

“Looks like your legs have

a 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, only Frances

admit it, she realized the wisdom

“Okay.”