Marrying the Man in the Dark

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

going to let me live this down!

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

won’t be able to resist.”

brain stalled for a second.

pressed

“Umph!”

out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and

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

eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

her eyes. She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be only

Monster!

and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask Frances to

he shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need

her head.

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

her resolve to get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way,

managed to grab onto the bed’s edge.

but jest, “Looks like your legs