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 in her dream.

going to

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

be able to

stalled for a second. “Resist what?”

moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against

“Umph!”

before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave

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the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are

an eyebrow

A bit?

to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to

Monster!

tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about

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

head. “No, better not…”

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

her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost

grab

like your legs have given up on

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