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 things

Damien isn’t going to let

beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me

be able

stalled for

lips

“Umph!”

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

1/3

in bed listening to the news

eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

but he, who had been doing all the work,

Monster!

slipped into her nightgown, 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 bring

against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you

her head. “No,

would give away what had happened. Besides,

and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble

she managed to grab onto

jest, “Looks like your legs have given up on

Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances will be