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 things in her

to

Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from his wife in the

won’t be able

stalled for a second.

lips pressed against

“Umph!”

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

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listening to the news with

an eyebrow

A bit?

practically stuck to the bed, but he, who had been

Monster!

took a deep breath, slipped into her nightgown, and tried to get out of bed. Just as her feet were about to hit the floor,

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

her head. “No, better

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

independently, her

to grab onto the bed’s

but jest, “Looks like your legs have given up

he continued, “Instead of putting on a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like