Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 978 Flames of Desire

Damien’s gaze sharpened, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

In an instant, he shifted position, hovering over her, his lips pressing firmly against hers.

Cherise recoiled, caught off guard by Damien’s sudden advance.

“You said

you wanted me to cease withholding,” Damien murmured, his voice low and intense. “And my deepest longing at this moment is precisely this.”

Cherise found herself immobilized by Damien’s unexpected kiss.

Her mind raced, unable to process the abruptness of the gesture.

This proximity was uncharted territory, particularly since her memory loss.

She lay stiffly, her thoughts scattered, unable to formulate a response.

Undeterred, Damien continued, his grip on her head tightening as he deepened the kiss, relentless in his pursuit.

Only when Cherise gasped for air, her cheeks flushed crimson, did she manage to push him away. His faint smile belied his satisfaction. “Are you content now, Mrs. Lenoir?”

Cherise’s embarrassment flared, her cheeks ablaze as she met his gaze. “I explicitly asked you not to hold back, but why… why did you kiss me?”

“Because it’s something I’ve yearned to do,” Damien confessed, drawing her back into his embrace. “Cherise.”

her lips, her tone

tinged with

brow, struggling to comprehend

her nose brought clarity. “Your amnesia prohibits me from expressing my true feelings,” Damien clarified. “If you were to forget me entirely, it would be a grievous error.”

lips formed a contemplative line, and in a

intimate union between a man and a woman–a realm. fraught with desires unspoken yet

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978 Flames of

Indeed.

her amnesia, Damien had shown unwavering patience

he remained a man bound

in his yearning to fully

lips pursed in contemplation, and a sudden realization dawned upon her: Damien’s dark and gloomy expression earlier likely harbored

it be that… he yearned for something unattainable, yet that desire remained ever- present before him?

a pang of sympathy

met his gaze squarely. “Do you truly desire this?” she

do

in, bestowing a tender kiss upon his cheek. “Even in the

I can fulfill my duties

a hint of uncertainty. “How… should we proceed?” she queried, her gaze searching

pause as she considered her following words. “Should I take a bath first?” Her voice trailed off, leaving the decision in his

seriousness and determination reflected within them. “You tell me,” she implored, awaiting

for words, his