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.”

lips, her

recover your memory swiftly,” Damien insisted, his voice tinged with urgency. “I can’t continue

Cherise furrowed her brow, struggling to comprehend his cryptic words.

sudden gesture of pinching her nose brought clarity. “Your amnesia prohibits me from expressing my true feelings,”

line, and in a fleeting moment, comprehension dawned

words alluded to the intimate union between a man and a woman–a

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978 Flames of

Indeed.

amnesia, Damien had shown unwavering patience and tenderness, never imposing beyond her comfort.

composed facade, he remained a man bound

his own wife yet stifled in his yearning to fully articulate his desires, it surely inflicted a torment upon him,

contemplation, and a sudden realization dawned upon her: Damien’s dark and

yearned for something unattainable, yet that desire remained ever- present before him?

her, a pang of sympathy for

her expression, she met his gaze squarely. “Do you

can do it.”

tender kiss upon his cheek. “Even in the

fulfill my duties as a wife,”

the buttons of her nightgown, her voice carrying a hint of

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

a mixture of seriousness and determination reflected within them.

found himself at a loss for words, his mind