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 had said those things

going to let me live

pulling the blanket aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten

won’t be able to

brain stalled for a second. “Resist

lips pressed against

“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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bed listening to the news with

an eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be only ‘a bit’

Monster!

of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested,

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

her head.

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

of bed and manage her meal independently,

managed to grab

jest, “Looks like your legs have given

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