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

“It wasn’t me!”

embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had said those things in her

to let me live

him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a

be

brain stalled for a

man’s fiery lips pressed

“Umph!”

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

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bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor,

raised an eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

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

Monster!

bed. Just as her feet were about to hit

raised an eyebrow as he shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed.

shook her head. “No,

that asking Frances to bring her food would give away what had happened.

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

she managed to grab onto the bed’s

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