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Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 128
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Chapter 127: "I'll be performing surgery for my mother in a few days. To helpstay in top condition, you'll need to sleep withover the next few nights," Marissa explained. Connor understood that she meant only sleeping, yet his heart fluttered at her words. Sleeping beside her was always a torment for him, stirring a mix of emotions that left him unsettled. He even wondered if he was beginning to find sstrange comfort in the pain. Despite the whirlwind of thoughts, he managed a light response. "Sure." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, betraying his inner turmoil, which left him feeling embarrassed. Marissa, however, didn't overthink his reaction. She had made the request to stay close to him for his protection, indifferent to what he might assAfter a moment of silence, a new concern crossed her mind. She then asked, "Mr. Daniels, the 30-day cooling-off period before our divorce has ended. Should we proceed with the divorce?" She had anticipated this would be a simple matter, but unexpectedly, Connor's face clouded over, filling the air with a cold, ironic tension. Without responding right away, he rose to his feet, approached her, and leaned in so close that his breath brushed against her cheek in uneven bursts. Marissa instinctively tried to move away, but he quickly pinched her chin, holding her in place Unforgettable stories on gvlnovsHer expression turned to one of confusion as he sneered. "Miss Nash, do you enjoy sleeping with a man who isn't your husband?" Marissa stared at him, dumbfounded. His words had thrown her off "What are you talking about? Didn't we agree to finalize the divorce after 30 days?" "That's correct. But you didn't ask to sleep withback then," Connor retorted "What difference does it make? We didn't have sex, after all." "Miss Nash, are you implying you want to have sex?" "What are you talking about?" Irritated, Marissa pushed him forcefully. Connor stepped back, rocked by her shove. He tilted his head, regarding her with a playful smirk. "Miss Nash, I have principles about sharing my bed. I don't sleep with a woman who isn't my wife. If we divorce today, you can forget about sleeping besideever again." Marissa was at a loss for words. Internally, she scolded him for being so difficult. But she wouldn't be able to get her Serene Rest Pills for another two months. Though his words infuriated her, she found herself needing to compromise. With a forced smile, she said, "Mr. Daniels, you truly are a chaste man. I admit, my principles aren't as strong as yours. Let's put off the divorce for a few more weeks, then." Her smile vanished as she finished speaking, her gaze turning icy as she flung the door open and stormed out. Domenic, Marc, and Terry had been waiting outside. They raised their eyebrows in amusement as she passed. Marissa's outfit was wrinkled, and her hair unkempt, yet her cheeks were flushed pink—a stark contrast to her usual demeanor. They could tell from a single glance that she had spent a rather eventful night "Good morning, Miss Nash," the three men greeted her, their smiles laden with innuendo. Marissa, who had been in a good mood moments before, now frowned upon seeing Marc and Terry. She knew exactly what they were thinking after seeing their knowing smiles and was convinced Connor had influenced their behavior. If they were still in Doomsday Base, she would have had them training rigorously every day. Their current attitude was a disgrace to their training "Bang! Bang!" She marched up to Marc and Terry and delivered a sharp kick to each. The two men yelped in pain, clutching their legs "What are you doing, Miss Nash?" Marc gasped

Marissa sneered. "Your boss is in grave danger. An international assassin could strike at any moment, and you should be vigilantly on guard. Yet here you are, gossiping about your boss's private life. Are you looking to get yourselves killed?"

At that moment, Connor emerged from the room. Marissa shot him a glance and turned away dismissively. Terry quickly turned to Connor, reporting, "Mr. Daniels, we've confirmed she's not our chief instructor, Black Mallow."