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 her hair, his lips twisting into a mischievous

said aloud, “Miss Nash, you so roughly stripped me, saw everything, and

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

his eyes once more. Outside, Marc and Terry sat dejectedly, surveying the disarray in

bother about cleaning up. Mr. Daniels has instructed us not to touch anything. So, put

grasp the hardships of the less fortunate.

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 yet

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

him. Frustrated by the dismal situation, Domenic angrily tossed the noodles into the trash can. No sooner had he done this

utterly spent and staring 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

pleaded, “Domenic, please don’t talk about instant noodles

turning on his side in distress, declared, “From tomorrow, it’s bread and pickles for me. If anyone even mentions instant noodles, I swear I’ll lose