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!”

embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had said those things in her

Damien isn’t going to let me

let me enlighten you. When

won’t be able

for a second. “Resist

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

“Umph!”

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

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lay in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are

eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

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

Monster!

Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien

raised an eyebrow as he shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the

head. “No,

away what had happened. Besides, it

her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs

to grab onto the bed’s

“Looks like your legs

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 be