Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 978 Flames of Desire 

Damien’s gaze sharpened, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

In an instant, he shifted position, hovering over her, his lips pressing firmly against hers.

Cherise recoiled, caught off guard by Damien’s sudden advance.

“You said you wanted me to cease withholding,” Damien murmured, his voice low and intense. “And my deepest longing at this moment is precisely this.”

Cherise found herself immobilized by Damien’s unexpected kiss.

Her mind raced, unable to process the abruptness of the gesture.

This proximity was uncharted territory, particularly since her memory loss.

She lay stiffly, her thoughts scattered, unable to formulate a response.

Undeterred, Damien continued, his grip on her head tightening as he deepened the kiss, relentless in his pursuit.

Only when Cherise gasped for air, her cheeks flushed crimson, did she manage to push him away. His faint smile belied his satisfaction. “Are you content now, Mrs. Lenoir?”

Cherise’s embarrassment flared, her cheeks ablaze as she met his gaze. “I explicitly asked you not to hold back, but why… why did you kiss me?”

“Because it’s something I’ve yearned to do,” Damien confessed, drawing her back into his embrace. “Cherise.”

her tone

memory swiftly,” Damien insisted, his voice tinged

her brow, struggling

nose brought clarity. “Your amnesia prohibits me from expressing my true feelings,”

and in a fleeting moment, comprehension

between a man and a woman–a realm. fraught with

Indeed.

of her amnesia, Damien had shown unwavering patience and tenderness, never imposing beyond her comfort.

remained a

to fully articulate his desires, it surely inflicted

pursed in contemplation, and a sudden realization dawned upon her: Damien’s dark and gloomy expression earlier likely harbored depths beyond mere

for something unattainable, yet that desire

her, a pang of sympathy for Damien’s

his gaze squarely.

do

resolve coursing through her veins, Cherise leaned in, bestowing a tender kiss upon his cheek. “Even in the absence

my duties as a wife,”

her nightgown, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “How… should we proceed?” she queried, her

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