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

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

be able to

a second. “Resist

the 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 she

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bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor,

eyebrow

A bit?

her eyes. She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be only ‘a bit’

Monster!

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

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

her head. “No,

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

get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs

grab

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

around like a

admit it, she realized the wisdom in his words.

“Okay.”