Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 500:

Connor was momentarily surprised when Marissa made her request. Then, his face broke into a smile. She was the only one who had the right to ask him to sleep with her—a request he couldn’t refuse and always had to be ready for.

Naturally, he was willing to do so because he always enjoyed it. Yet, it was also a form of torment. She genuinely meant just sleeping, nothing else. Lying next to him, she would simply sleep, while he felt agonized by her proximity.

It was like being starved in front of a feast but unable to eat. Connor thought this woman was the cruelest in the world.

Then, he asked with a smile, “Now?”

“Mm,” Marissa nodded. “I had nightmares last night and didn’t sleep well. Tonight, I have to stay up late to work on something. I need a nap first.”

“What are you planning to do tonight?” Connor asked.

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Marissa, holding a UAV, didn’t conceal her plans. “I’m going to check the security systems at Skytop Mansion,” she said straightforwardly.

Connor nodded, understanding. “Okay. I’ll go shower now.”

“Don’t bother. We aren’t doing

you decide you want to do something while we’re

was at a loss for words. She realized Connor had become increasingly bold around her, flirting whenever he pleased. Marissa replied dryly, emphasizing each word, “No worries. It will never

the lounge door, Connor

don’t need to

my body

so irritated that she clenched her teeth. Connor knew he was the perfect remedy for her sleep issues. She felt so frustrated that she wanted to smash the UAV on his face if she didn’t need it later

stormed into the lounge, and entered the bathroom for a

a victorious smile. He grabbed his phone and texted Domenic, saying, “Bring all the clothes I asked you

promptly, “Okay, Mr.

the Daniels Group building to himself, complete with a sprawling office and lounge.

clean clothes to wear. Originally, she had intended to nap in her day clothes, but now she felt

she realized she had tossed them into the washing

What am I supposed to wear now?” she muttered

a knock at the bathroom door. Connor’s voice followed, saying, “I’ve prepared

in a bath towel, cracked open the

relieved she hadn’t ventured out