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    Connor’s scent had a hypnotic effect on Marissa, defying any logical exnation. At that moment, she could only think of him as a powerful ma, pulling her in his direction. She followed him intently, unable to look away. Trailing behind Connor, Domenic, Marc, and Terry became instantly alert, interpreting Marissa’s behavior as potentially improper or driven by ulterior motives


    As they entered the living room, Terry, who held grudges against Marissa, noticed her moving closer to Connor. Acting swiftly, he coughed loudly and positioned himself between them


    Frustrated and irritable, Marissa raised her foot as if to kick him aside. Hearing the disturbance, Connor turned around and asked, “What’s wrong?”


    Noticing Marissa’s intense gaze, which was uncharacteristic of her, Connor felt a rush of embarrassment, his ears turning red. He was confused by her sudden change in behavior. With Terry standing in the way, Marissa’s direct exposure to Connor’s scent lessened. Her sleepiness began to fade, and she slowly regained herposure. She instantly felt embarrassed about her earlier actions, her cheeks flushed


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    “Do you have something to tell me?” Connor asked. Marissa shook her head decisively. “No, I’m leaving,” she dered, and quickly left the room. Connor watched her leave, a hint of disappointment crossing his features. He then turned to Terry with a cold expression and inquired, “Why were you standing in front of her?”


    Terry, still agitated, responded, “Mr. Daniels, didn’t you see how she was looking at you? She had an inappropriate intention, I’m certain. If I hadn’t intervened, she might have done something rash.”


    Marc, noticing that Connor’s face had darkened, nudged Terry to stop him from talking, but Terry continued, “Mr. Daniels, be careful with that vige girl. She might overstep boundaries. You should be wary of her!”


    Turning around, Connor curtly told Terry, “Mind your own business.” He then headed upstairs. Feeling slighted, Terry turned to Domenic and Marc once Connor had left. “I was just trying to look out for Mr. Daniels, and I got scolded. Did I do something wrong?”


    Both Domenic and Marc were at a loss for words. Terry, though skilled in fighting, oftencked tact in social situations, and they struggled to exin this to him. Finally, Marc offered some advice. “From now on, maybe it’s best not toment on that vige girl.”


    “No way!” Terry eximed, his frustration evident. “She’s ignorant, ill-educated, willful, and arrogant. She doesn’t deserve Mr. Daniels. I have to keep an eye on him and can’t let her take advantage of him. Otherwise, he might suffer greatly. I think Dr. Riss is a far better match for Mr. Daniels. I really hope they meet soon. Then that vige girl won’t stand a chance.”


    Domenic and Marc chose not to respond to Terry’s remarks, though privately, they also thought Riss might be morepatible with Connor


    Meanwhile, Marissa, having stormed out of the building, felt the cool night air whip around her, bringing her back to her senses. Yet, at the same time, a splitting headache set in, and her irritability reached a breaking point. She knew she needed to sleep soon or risk a serious breakdown. As she nced back at the brightly lit building, thoughts of Connor’s soothing scent lingered in her mind, stirring a restless desire within her. His presence had been unexpectedly calming, like a natural sedative. Now, she found herself wondering how she could possibly keep that sense of peace with her. What should she do?


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