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 in

going to

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

won’t be able

brain stalled for a second.

lips pressed against hers. “You’ll find out

“Umph!”

sore all over and with no

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the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked,

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

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

Monster!

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

position and leaned against

her head. “No,

concerned that asking Frances to bring her food would give away what had happened.

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

grab onto

help but jest, “Looks like your legs

the whole household as you scuttle around like