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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sleeping face, oblivious to the storm of emotions he was grappling with. He touched the tracker-recorder in her hair, his lips twisting into

you so roughly stripped me, saw everything, and touched me. Don’t you

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

once more. Outside, Marc and Terry sat dejectedly, surveying the

a chuckle and remarked, “Don’t bother about cleaning up. Mr. Daniels has instructed us

look up as they sighed. It seemed the rich couldn’t grasp the hardships of the less fortunate. Domenic, trying

long disappeared. When they turned around, hoping for something different, they were dismayed to see Domenic holding yet another bowl of

to vomit violently. “No more

watched in horror as the brothers retched painfully in front of him. Frustrated by the dismal situation, Domenic angrily tossed the noodles into the trash can. No sooner

at the ceiling, overwhelmed by their ordeal. Hunger still gnawing at him, Domenic reproached Marc and Terry. “Couldn’t you have held

able to speak, pleaded, “Domenic,

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