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.

quickly wrapped herself

“It wasn’t me!”

embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had said

Damien isn’t going to let me

let me enlighten you. When a normal

won’t be able

stalled for a second.

next moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against

“Umph!”

before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed.

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Damien, who lay in bed listening to the news with a

eyebrow

A bit?

but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be only ‘a bit’

Monster!

nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask Frances to bring

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

head. “No, better

bring her food would give away what had happened.

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

grab onto the bed’s

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