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.

as a beet, and she quickly wrapped herself

“It wasn’t me!”

She couldn’t believe she had said those things

isn’t going to

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

won’t be

stalled for a second. “Resist

lips pressed against hers.

“Umph!”

over and with no desire to leave the bed.

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looked at Damien, who lay in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are

raised an eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work,

Monster!

Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested,

leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of

her head. “No,

her food would give away what had happened.

bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost

grab onto the

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