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.

beet, and she quickly wrapped herself in

“It wasn’t me!”

believe she had

to let me live

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

be able to

for a second. “Resist

next moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers. “You’ll

“Umph!”

Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire

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bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are you

an eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

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

Monster!

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

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

shook her head. “No, better

would give away what had happened. Besides, it

resolve to get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave

she managed to grab onto the bed’s

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