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.

no, Damien isn’t going to let me live this down!

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

able

brain stalled for a second. “Resist what?”

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

“Umph!”

Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire

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looked at Damien, who lay in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are

eyebrow slightly. “A bit.”

A bit?

practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been

Monster!

to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested,

a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re

shook her head. “No,

Frances to bring her food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and impolite to trouble

manage her meal independently,

she managed to grab onto the bed’s edge.

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

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

reluctant to admit it, she

“Okay.”