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.

Damien isn’t going to let me live this

me enlighten you. When a

won’t be able to

a

lips pressed against hers. “You’ll find out soon.”

“Umph!”

over

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to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

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

raised an eyebrow as he shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need to

shook her head. “No, better not…”

give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward

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

managed to grab onto

your legs have

putting on a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around

to admit it, she

“Okay.”