Marrying the Man in the Dark

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!”

How embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had said those things in her dream.

isn’t going to let me live this

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

won’t be able to resist.”

brain stalled for a

man’s fiery lips pressed against hers. “You’ll

“Umph!”

by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed. And

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looked at Damien, who lay in bed listening to the

raised an eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

to the bed, but he, who had been doing

Monster!

breath, slipped into her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien

an eyebrow as he shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the

her head. “No, better

what had

and manage her meal independently, her sore

to grab onto

couldn’t help but jest, “Looks like your legs have given

you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances

reluctant to admit it, she realized

“Okay.”