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

isn’t going to let me live this

Lenoir, let me enlighten

won’t be

brain stalled for a second.

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

“Umph!”

sore all over and

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

eyebrow

A bit?

She was physically spent, practically stuck to the bed, but he, who

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, Damien suggested, “Why don’t you

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

her head.

food would give away what

bed and manage her meal independently, her

she managed to grab onto the

jest, “Looks like your legs have given

a show for Mr. Hampson and. the whole household as you scuttle around like a crab, why not have