Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 548:

The instant Connor laid eyes on Marissa, he felt a strong urge to impress her, his smile tinged with caution.

He had just discovered that the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base, known as Black Mallow, was none other than his own wife. Black Mallow’s identity was one of great significance, commanding respect from countless influential figures. Her title was even more daunting than that of the mercenary queen, Black Snake.

Although Black Snake was a famous and feared figure, she was a solitary hero, lacking the support of a formidable force, which made her seem less influential in comparison.

On the other hand, Black Mallow was set to inherit the leadership of the Doomsday Base and one day command one of the most powerful martial arts organizations in the world.

In essence, Black Mallow had the loyalty of many Black Snakes, each ready to follow her orders. If Black Snake was akin to a valiant female general, then Black Mallow was akin to a queen who reigned over many such generals. Thus, challenging such a woman seemed unthinkable.

Before meeting Marissa, Connor could never have imagined that the woman he had married held such tremendous power. The realization was so astonishing that it bordered on surreal.

Lost in his thoughts, he was jolted back to the present by Marissa’s voice, laced with annoyance. “Connor, will you stay by my side while I sleep or not?”

stood a head taller than Marissa and had to look down to see her, his presence seemed

lifted her gaze to look at him, her eyes sparkled with irritation.

apologetic smile. He then stooped down, effortlessly lifting her into his arms,

their lips curling involuntarily. They exchanged amused glances, commenting on the couple’s blatant disregard for

“Terry, did

“Yes, he did seem

two bodyguards rubbed their chins in unison, both sensing something amiss with Connor but unable to pinpoint what it was,

was unconcerned with the bodyguards’ bewilderment. He carried Marissa to the lounge and gently placed her on the bed. She was fresh from a shower,

instantly. “Connor, how many times must I tell you? Don’t kiss me

when she continued, “And stop carrying me around so casually. We were right outside the

I hadn’t given you a kiss or hadn’t carried you, wouldn’t

she often lacked tact in her speaking when she urged him to sleep with her. Blushing with a mix of embarrassment and irritation,

He then lay down next to her without another