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.

to

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

won’t be able

brain stalled for a second. “Resist

next moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers. “You’ll find

“Umph!”

Damien before noon, feeling sore all over

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to the news

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

to the bed, but he, who had

Monster!

of bed. Just as her feet

comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need to handle

shook her head. “No, better

asking Frances to bring her food would give away what had

bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs

managed to grab onto the

couldn’t help but jest, “Looks like your legs have given up on you.”

and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances will be in the know, and the rest won’t.”

it, she realized the wisdom

“Okay.”