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!”
How embarrassing! She couldn’t believe she had said those things in her dream.
Oh no, Damien isn’t going to let me live this down!
Damien smiled, gently pulling the blanket aside and pinning Cherise beneath him. “Mrs. Lenoir, let me enlighten you. When a normal man hears these sounds from his wife in the early morning…”
“He won’t be able to resist.”
Cherise’s brain stalled for a second. “Resist what?”
The next moment, the man’s fiery lips pressed against hers. “You’ll find out soon.”
“Umph!”
Eventually, Cherise was worn out by Damien before noon, feeling sore all over and with no desire to leave the bed. And she was famished!
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She looked at Damien, who lay in bed listening to the news with a relaxed demeanor, and asked, “Are you hungry?”
Damien raised an eyebrow slightly. “A bit.”
A bit?
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