Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 67:

After Connor ripped off Marissa’s clothes, he froze. What was he thinking? Overwhelmed by a wave of guilt, he quickly rebuttoned her shirt. But then, something unusual under the shirt caught his eye. Was this woman wearing some kind of chastity armor?

It was both humorous and bewildering. Connor sat up and clenched his teeth briefly. Evidently, this woman had anticipated he might make a move and had prepared accordingly. Connor felt embarrassed

After the initial shock and his moment of amusement, he decided to remove her armor. But upon closer inspection, he realized the armor was no ordinary one. It was a high-tech model equipped with an electronic password lock and a firewall as robust as the armor itself. He couldn’t find a way to remove it. Connor was suddenly overwhelmed with frustration and humiliation

He had once believed Riss harbored romantic feelings for him, but now it seemed he was wrong. To her, he was merely a hypnotic pillow. As he lay there restless, all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his abdomen, the heat becoming unbearable. Connor felt like a man dying of thirst gazing at a juicy peach behind a glass barrier—desperate to reach it but unable to. It was excruciating

Eventually, he couldn’t bear it any longer. He got up, walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and doused himself with cold water. Once he cooled off, Connor returned to the bedroom. But catching sight of the woman asleep on the bed sparked a rush of inappropriate thoughts, heating him up once again. He found himself heading back to the bathroom for another cold shower. After numerous cold showers, dawn finally broke

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the woman, who had slept deeply throughout the night, feeling irritated. Unbeknownst to Marissa, her actions had made the city’s wealthiest man feel uncomfortable the whole night. Meanwhile, after her uninterrupted sleep, she woke up feeling unusually fresh and cheerful. Slowly waking, she stretched with

she saw Connor on the sofa. The man who was once vibrant and handsome now looked sullen and gloomy, his expression dark, his eyes sharp like

“Ahem!”

assist on the condition that Connor spend the night

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as she was about to scold him,

was thrown off by his surly demeanor. She resolved that she no longer wanted to be in his presence. Silently, Marissa got

of sleep. When Marissa came out, the three of them stood at attention and looked at her. Her hair was a mess, and her clothes were wrinkled. Though

had enjoyed a passionate and thrilling night together. Connor, typically aloof towards women, appeared to have made an exception. Among them, Terry was the happiest. Connor was not someone who would sleep around. If he had spent the