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

let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from his wife in the

be able

brain stalled for a second. “Resist

next moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed

“Umph!”

over and

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at Damien, who lay in bed listening to the news with a

eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

the bed, but he, who had

Monster!

to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask Frances to bring

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

shook her head. “No, better not…”

away what

meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way, nearly sending her tumble forward.

grab

“Looks like your legs have

Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come

admit it, she

“Okay.”