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!”

couldn’t believe she had said those things in

Damien isn’t going to

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

be

brain stalled for

the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers. “You’ll find

“Umph!”

sore all over and with no desire

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in bed listening to the news with

raised an eyebrow slightly.

A bit?

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

Monster!

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

to a more comfortable position and leaned against

shook her head. “No,

food would give away what had happened. Besides, it felt awkward and impolite to trouble the

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

grab onto the

jest, “Looks like

you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances will be in the know, and