My Blind Husband

Chapter 162

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 said those things in

Damien isn’t going to

and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you.

won’t be able

brain stalled for a second. “Resist

fiery lips

“Umph!”

Damien before noon, feeling sore all over

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listening to the

eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask Frances to

and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need

head.

what had happened. Besides, it felt

and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way, nearly

grab onto

couldn’t help but jest, “Looks like your legs have given up on

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 be in the know, and the rest

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