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!”

had said those things

no, Damien isn’t going to let

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

be

stalled for a second. “Resist

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

“Umph!”

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

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Damien, who lay in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor,

eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

eyes. She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing

Monster!

to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit

comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the

shook her head. “No,

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

independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way, nearly sending her

to grab onto the

help but jest, “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 crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances will be in the know, and the rest