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 in

to let

“Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal

won’t be

stalled for a second.

lips pressed against hers.

“Umph!”

by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed. And

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who lay in bed listening to the

an eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet

against

head. “No, better

bring her food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward

and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost

she managed to grab onto

couldn’t help but jest, “Looks like your legs

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