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 said those things

going to

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 wife in

won’t be able

for a

pressed against hers. “You’ll find out soon.”

“Umph!”

out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over

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the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are

eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

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

against the bed. “You’re

head.

hesitated, concerned that asking Frances to bring her food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and impolite to trouble the elderly

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

she managed to grab onto the bed’s edge.

“Looks like your legs

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