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

him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten

able

a second. “Resist

lips pressed against hers.

“Umph!”

feeling sore all over and with no desire to

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the news with a

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be

Monster!

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

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

her head. “No, better

what had happened.

of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way, nearly sending her

managed to grab onto the bed’s edge.

“Looks like your legs have given up on you.”

smile, he continued, “Instead of putting on a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only

admit it, she realized the wisdom

“Okay.”