My Blind Husband

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!”

couldn’t believe she had said those

to let me live this

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

be able

stalled for a

man’s fiery lips pressed against

“Umph!”

was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over

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lay in bed listening to the news with

raised an eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

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

Monster!

nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor,

leaned against the

shook her head.

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

and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost

she managed to grab onto the

like your legs

“Instead of putting on a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up?