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!”

she had

no, Damien isn’t going to let me live

beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these

won’t be

brain stalled for a

next moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers. “You’ll

“Umph!”

sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed.

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at Damien, who lay in bed listening to the

an eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

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

Monster!

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

a more comfortable position and leaned against

head.

what had

out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore

grab onto the

couldn’t help but jest, “Looks like

a resigned smile, he continued, “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? That way, only Frances will