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. “Yes?”

his voice tinged with urgency. “I can’t continue to restrain myself like

struggling

true feelings,” Damien clarified. “If you

contemplative line, and in a fleeting moment,

cryptic words alluded to the intimate union between a man and a woman–a realm. fraught with

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978 Flames of Desire

Indeed.

amnesia, Damien had shown unwavering patience

facade, he remained a man bound by human

his yearning to fully articulate his desires, it surely inflicted

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

yearned for something unattainable, yet

of sympathy for Damien’s silent

her expression, she met his gaze squarely.

can do

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

I can fulfill my duties as a

the buttons of her nightgown, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “How…

as she considered her following words. “Should I take a bath first?” Her voice trailed

eyes bore into his, a mixture of seriousness and determination reflected

loss for words, his mind swirling with conflicting