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 couldn’t believe she had said those

Damien isn’t going to let

let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from

be able

brain stalled for

the man’s fiery lips pressed against

“Umph!”

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

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

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien

a more comfortable position and leaned against the

her head. “No,

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

resolve to get out of bed and manage her meal independently, her sore and, feeble legs almost gave way, nearly sending her

managed to grab onto the

“Looks like your legs have given up on

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