Marrying the Man in the Dark

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!”

embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had said

Damien isn’t going to let me live

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

able to resist.”

a second. “Resist

the man’s fiery lips pressed

“Umph!”

before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed. And she

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lay in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are you hungry?”

eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

took a deep breath, slipped into her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask Frances to bring

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 everything

shook her head. “No,

give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and

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

to grab onto the bed’s edge.

jest, “Looks like your legs have given