Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 864:

He had since made up his mind to provide her with a marriage that was rooted in love and trust, not something anyone could dismiss as an absurd turn of events. That was why he hoped to leave a good impression on his father-in-law, but it seemed that he had already ruined his chances with Paul.

Connor’s unease intensified. He cast a wary glance toward Marissa and said, “Your father…” He trailed off and cleared his throat. “Is he better now?”

Marissa nodded. “He’s been taking the MindEase Elixirs I gave him. Yesterday, he went through hypnotherapy, and it was really effective. I daresay he is healing very well and doing much better, both physically and mentally.”

“Has he decided when he’ll be coming back to Blebert?” Connor asked.

“Only after Tiffany is safely returned, of course. If his real identity is exposed beforehand, it might put Tiffany in grave danger. So please don’t tell anyone that my father is Paul.”

I was little. It’s been so many years, though. He’s probably forgotten all about me.” He took another peek at Marissa before adding, “When I met him on the Sunrise, I had no idea that he was your father, so I… well, I was pretty rude. Once he’s in Blebert, I’ll be sure to apologize properly and explain myself to

eyes slightly and stared at him. “Your father mentioned

has,”

in his throat. “See… what

daughter with arrogance and disrespect and made her the laughingstock of the entire city. More importantly, you forced his elder daughter to marry you. He said

again. “My father also said that you were not deserving of either of his daughters and that he would never let

thought of marrying anyone but Marissa never crossed his mind, yet her father’s

as his own, he committed to embracing fatherhood fully. He vowed to care for them, cherish them,

Paul’s declaration that the Nash family would raise the children left Connor unable to contest it, complicating everything with

soft rhythmic sound caught his attention. He turned to find Marissa having drifted to sleep