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.”

pursed her lips, her tone hesitant.

your memory swiftly,” Damien insisted, his voice tinged with urgency. “I can’t continue to restrain myself like

furrowed her brow, struggling

amnesia prohibits me from expressing my true feelings,” Damien clarified. “If you were to forget me entirely, it would be a

in a fleeting

a man and a woman–a realm.

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978 Flames of

Indeed.

shown unwavering patience and

beneath his composed facade, he remained a man bound by human desires!

cradling his own wife yet stifled in his yearning to fully articulate his desires, it surely inflicted a torment upon him, didn’t it?

her: Damien’s dark and gloomy

something unattainable, yet that desire

of sympathy for

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

do

coursing through her veins, Cherise leaned in, bestowing a tender kiss upon his cheek. “Even in the absence of my memory,”

duties as

that, she delicately undid the buttons of her nightgown, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “How… should we proceed?” she queried, her gaze searching his.

air, punctuated by a pause as she considered her following words. “Should I take a bath first?” Her

into his, a mixture of seriousness and determination reflected within them. “You tell me,” she

himself at a loss for words, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions.