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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to the storm of emotions he was grappling with. He touched the tracker-recorder in

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composure and serve as a reliable sleep aid. A sudden thought struck him, and he quickly grabbed his phone to text Domenic: “Keep everything as it is.

the message, he closed his eyes once more. Outside, Marc and Terry sat dejectedly, surveying the disarray

approached with a chuckle and remarked, “Don’t bother about cleaning up. Mr. Daniels has instructed us not to touch anything. So,

the hardships of the less fortunate. Domenic, trying to lift their spirits, suggested, “Stop sighing. Things will

and Terry’s stomachs rumble—they were indeed famished since their last meal of instant noodles had long disappeared. When they turned around, hoping for something different, they were dismayed to see Domenic holding

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

front of him. Frustrated by the dismal situation, Domenic angrily tossed the noodles into

at the ceiling, overwhelmed by their ordeal. Hunger still gnawing at him, Domenic reproached Marc and Terry. “Couldn’t you have held it back? That was a whole

barely able to speak, pleaded, “Domenic,

declared, “From tomorrow, it’s bread and pickles for me. If anyone even mentions instant noodles, I swear