Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 154:

Upon hearing the name “Tiffany,” Marissa sat upright. In the dim, soft orange glow, Connor appeared utterly composed. He didn’t even glance up but continued typing on his keyboard, his voice even and calm

“Everyone assumes I agreed to marry Tiffany because my grandmother pressured me. That’s only partly true. The other reason was Tiffany herself. She tried for a long time to win me over, but when she couldn’t, she knelt before me one day, poured out her heart, and pleaded for my help. She told me she could no longer bear living with the Nash family and that marrying me was her only chance at a fresh start. But she admitted she wasn’t worthy of me, didn’t genuinely love me, and merely sought to use my status to escape her predicaments. She proposed a deal: we would marry, and she would devote herself to caring for my grandmother. It would last one year. After that, we’d discreetly divorce and go our separate ways. At that time, my grandmother’s health was failing, and true enough, Tiffany’s presence might bring her joy and aid in her recovery. After considering everything, I accepted the arrangement.”

Marissa, puzzled by this revelation, asked, “If you had this agreement, why did she flee the wedding?”

“I’ve been wondering that myself, but honestly, I’m not interested enough to look into it. To me, Tiffany is irrelevant. I’m not going to trouble myself with her affairs. Had Tiffany not vanished on our wedding day, and had my grandmother not been critically ill, I would never have mistaken you for her and brought you back here.”

gaze. “I’m telling you this to make sure you understand that after she ran away from the wedding, the only thing connecting her to me is you,

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Her mind was preoccupied with worries about Tiffany. She had a strong desire to locate her and unravel the conspiracy threatening their

my point. So, I’ll be straightforward. You can reject me for any reason you like, but let

thrust into a bizarre marriage based on misunderstandings

couldn’t tell if he had truly fallen for her or if he just wanted to sleep with her. Yet, his confession had been so heartfelt. The thought of entangling their lives further frightened her, so she pushed it from her mind, closed her

her, Connor’s voice softly

Connor still perched on the sofa. However, his demeanor had shifted—gone was the sullen anger, replaced by a serene calmness. He looked surprisingly composed and in high spirits. He had already dressed for the

utterly at ease. Flashing a smile, he said, “Time to