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.

a beet, and she quickly wrapped herself in the blanket. “I didn’t say

“It wasn’t me!”

couldn’t believe she had said those

to let me

blanket aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these

be

brain stalled for

moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed

“Umph!”

was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with

1/3

to the

an eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

slipped into her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why

against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need to handle

head. “No,

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

her meal independently,

to grab onto the bed’s

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