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

isn’t going to let me live this

and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds

won’t be

stalled for

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 the bed. And

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

an eyebrow

A bit?

spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed

Monster!

her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you ask Frances to bring your food

shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the

shook her head. “No,

that asking Frances to bring her food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and impolite to trouble the

of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave

she managed to grab onto the bed’s

help but jest, “Looks like your

“Instead of putting on a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not