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 couldn’t believe she had said those things in her

going to let

and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from

able

a second. “Resist what?”

lips pressed against hers. “You’ll

“Umph!”

was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed. And she was famished!

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who lay in bed listening to the news with a

raised an eyebrow slightly. “A bit.”

A bit?

stuck to the bed, but he, who

Monster!

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

more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady

her head.

hesitated, concerned that asking Frances to bring her food would give away what had

her resolve to get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her

to grab onto

help but jest, “Looks like your legs

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