Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 318:

When the belt was suddenly pulled off, a chill swept through Connor, causing his spine to stiffen. Almost instantly, a wave of intense heat overwhelmed him.

He caught her hands, drawing her close, and asked through clenched teeth, “Do you realize the consequences of trying to take off my pants, hmm? Just because you’re sleepwalking doesn’t mean you can do whatever you like, right?”

The question was ostensibly for the tracker-recorder hidden in her hair, yet secretly, he hoped she would persist in her bold behavior, which intrigued him.

Her audacity had set his expectations high. But to his surprise, she turned meek after his stern words, resembling a chastised child. She gently climbed off him and curled up against his arm, drifting back to sleep.

Connor was at a loss for words. Should he be admonishing himself now? Just a short while ago, she had been causing chaos, wrecking his car and his house, yet now she lay there, tranquil and obedient. Where had her fiery spirit vanished to?

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back, staring at the ceiling in silent contemplation, then gazed down at her peaceful, sleeping face, oblivious to the storm of emotions he was grappling with. He touched the tracker-recorder in her hair, his lips twisting

roughly stripped me, saw everything, and touched me. Don’t you think you owe me some responsibility for

his composure and serve as a reliable sleep aid. A sudden

his eyes once more. Outside, Marc and Terry sat

Daniels has instructed us not to touch anything. So, put aside any thoughts of salvaging parts

the rich couldn’t grasp the hardships of the less fortunate. Domenic, trying to

Terry’s stomachs rumble—they were indeed famished since their last meal of instant noodles had long disappeared. When they turned around, hoping

and began to vomit violently. “No more instant noodles!” they lamented, wishing for anything but another serving of instant

watched in horror as the brothers retched painfully in front of him. Frustrated by the dismal situation, Domenic angrily

floor, utterly spent and staring at the ceiling, overwhelmed by their ordeal. Hunger still gnawing

barely able to speak, pleaded, “Domenic, please don’t talk about instant

pickles for me. If anyone even mentions