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 dream.

going to

me enlighten you. When a normal man hears

won’t be able to

a second. “Resist what?”

fiery lips pressed against hers. “You’ll

“Umph!”

worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over

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

raised an eyebrow slightly. “A bit.”

A bit?

eyes. She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be only ‘a bit’ hungry?

Monster!

as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask Frances to bring your food

against the bed. “You’re

head. “No,

would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and impolite to trouble the elderly

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

to grab onto the bed’s

but jest, “Looks like your

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