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Chapter 127:

“I’ll be performing surgery for my mother in a few days. To help me stay in top condition, you’ll need to sleep with me over 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 some strange 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 assume

After 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

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you enjoy sleeping with a man who isn’t your husband?”

talking about? Didn’t we agree to finalize the divorce after

ask to sleep

it make? We

you implying

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

Rest Pills for another two months. Though his words infuriated her, she found herself needing to compromise. With a forced smile,

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

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

marched up to Marc and Terry and delivered a sharp kick to each. The two men yelped in

doing, Miss Nash?”