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

no, Damien isn’t going to let

Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from his wife in the

won’t be

stalled for a

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

“Umph!”

feeling sore all over and with no desire to

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bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he,

Monster!

Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask

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

shook her head. “No,

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

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

grab onto the bed’s

“Looks like your legs have given

“Instead of putting on a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a