Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 162

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.

Cherise’s face turned red as a beet, and she quickly wrapped herself in the blanket. “I didn’t say that!”

“It wasn’t me!”

she had

Damien isn’t going to let me live this

gently pulling the blanket aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from his

be able to

a second. “Resist what?”

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

“Umph!”

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

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the news with a

eyebrow

A bit?

physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all

Monster!

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

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 handle

head. “No,

food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and impolite to trouble the

her meal independently,

to grab onto the

like your

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