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!”

embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had said

going to let me

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

won’t be able

for a

lips pressed against hers.

“Umph!”

worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with

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who lay in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor,

raised an eyebrow

A bit?

he,

Monster!

bed. Just as her feet were

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

head. “No,

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

independently, her sore and,

managed to grab onto the

but jest, “Looks like

smile, he continued, “Instead of putting on a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have Frances come up? That way, only Frances will be in the know, and the rest