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 said those things in her dream.

no, Damien isn’t going to

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

able

stalled for a second. “Resist

moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers.

“Umph!”

feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the

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raised an eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

was physically 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 ask Frances to bring your food

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

shook her head. “No, better not…”

Frances to bring her food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and

manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs

to grab onto the bed’s edge.

like your

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