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!”

had

no, Damien isn’t going to

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

be able

stalled for a second. “Resist what?”

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

“Umph!”

over and with no desire to leave the

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in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are

eyebrow slightly. “A bit.”

A bit?

stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing

Monster!

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

position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need to handle

her head.

bring her food would give away what had

with her resolve to get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs

grab onto the

jest, “Looks like your legs have given up on

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