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

going to

pulling the blanket aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from his wife

won’t be able to

for a second. “Resist

next moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers.

“Umph!”

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

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the news with a relaxed demeanor, and

raised an eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

to the bed, but he, who had been doing

Monster!

deep breath, slipped into her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor, Damien suggested, “Why

comfortable position and leaned against the bed. “You’re the lady of the house; you don’t need to handle everything

her head.

away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and impolite to trouble

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

grab onto the bed’s

“Looks like your legs have given up on

whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances