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.

and she quickly wrapped herself in the

“It wasn’t me!”

couldn’t believe she had

no, Damien isn’t going to let me live this

Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these

be able

stalled for a

moment, the man’s fiery lips

“Umph!”

by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with

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listening to the news with a relaxed

an eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

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

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

head. “No, better

what had happened.

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

to grab onto

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