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 in

isn’t going to let me live

Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these

won’t be able

stalled for a

moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against

“Umph!”

over and

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at Damien, who lay in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are

eyebrow

A bit?

rolled her eyes. She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been

Monster!

into her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit

a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need to handle

head. “No, better

her food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and impolite to

get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way, nearly sending her tumble

she managed to grab

help but jest, “Looks like your legs have given up

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, and the

reluctant to admit it, she realized the wisdom in his

“Okay.”