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.

red as a beet, and she quickly wrapped herself in the blanket.

“It wasn’t me!”

embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had said those

isn’t going to let me live

let me enlighten you. When a

won’t be

stalled for a

lips pressed against hers. “You’ll find

“Umph!”

was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire

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in bed listening to the news

eyebrow

A bit?

She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been

Monster!

her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask

to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t

head. “No,

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

her resolve to get out of bed and manage her meal independently,

managed to grab

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