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!”

she had

isn’t going to let me live this

pulling the blanket aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten

be able

brain stalled for

the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers.

“Umph!”

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

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who lay in bed listening to the news with

raised an eyebrow slightly. “A

A bit?

her eyes. She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been doing all the work, claimed to be only

Monster!

slipped into her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about

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

head. “No,

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

independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave

managed to grab

jest, “Looks like your legs have given

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