Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 504:

After a while, Marissa finally realized what Connor was doing—he was drying his hair. She let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like he didn’t mind what she said about his physique anymore. The air conditioner was on, making the room chilly. She pulled the quilt over her shoulders and waited for him to join her.

Sure enough, Connor walked over to the bed after drying his hair. A moment later, the bed dipped slightly as he lay down beside her. Breathing in his scent, Marissa finally felt drowsy. She sighed contentedly and was about to drift off.

But then, suddenly, her quilt was lifted, and Connor slid under it. He intended to share her quilt! Despite their habit of sharing the same bed yet maintaining separate quilts and avoiding physical contact, today Connor was testing boundaries.

Marissa found it unbearable. So she turned abruptly, fixed her gaze on him, and said, “Connor, please use your own quilt!”

Connor didn’t seem upset with her anymore. He looked calm and replied in a normal tone, “There’s only one quilt here.”

“We can’t share the quilt!” Marissa declared firmly. “Will you get out by yourself, or do I need to kick you out?”

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bit aggrieved. “Miss Nash, can you be reasonable? You begged me to sleep with you,

Marissa’s mouth twitched. He had a point. She had overstepped, but it hadn’t occurred to her to reason with him! Since there was only

she started rudely shoving him out from under the quilt. But as her hand touched his body, she suddenly felt a chill. Subconsciously, she realized he was naked, with only a bath towel wrapped around him. When she touched his body, he promptly removed the

clutching the quilt tightly around herself in a reflexive gesture of protection. But upon seeing Connor, she hastily threw the quilt at him. Annoyed, she scolded him, “Connor, you’re such

Connor chuckled softly, smoothing out the quilt and draping it over himself. He then gazed at

exasperated kick. “You always enjoy teasing me, don’t you?” Her imitation gave way to a hint of hurt. She had explained how important rest was for her

before she could move, Connor grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back onto the bed. “Alright, no more teasing.

but yawn. She was so sleepy that she

tossed them at him and turned away, commanding, “Change into those quickly.

further, Connor obediently slipped into his pajamas. Once he

Seeing that Connor had obediently put on his pajamas, she turned with a sigh of relief, climbed into bed, took the entire quilt