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

isn’t going to let me live this down!

the blanket aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these

be able

for a second. “Resist

fiery lips pressed against

“Umph!”

was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the

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looked at Damien, who lay in bed listening to the

eyebrow slightly. “A bit.”

A bit?

physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been

Monster!

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

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

her head. “No, better

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

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

grab onto

“Looks like your legs

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