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    When Arabe nudged Connor with her walking stick, he was lost in a daze, his eyes steadfastly fixed on Marissa, utterly captivated. Marissa had imed she could outshine anyone even without makeup and fancy clothes. Connor wholeheartedly agreed; her allure seemed to radiate effortlessly, setting her apart even in the humblest attire


    Typically, Connor saw Marissa inid-back outfits and trousers. Yet today, she was in an opulent gown valued at thirty million dors, presenting an entirely new spectacle of elegance. The dress enveloped Marissa perfectly, enhancing her natural grace as if she were a living masterpiece. The sight of her stirred a protective instinct in Connor, a desire to sequester her beauty for himself alone


    Brought back to the moment by Arabe’s prompt, Connor opened the shoe box. He extracted a pair of sparkling, white diamond-encrusted high heels, approached Marissa, and gently said, “Please, take a seat.”


    He was poised to assist her with the shoes. Marissa, surprised by his intention, hesitated. “Are you really going to help me with my shoes?” she asked, her voiceced with shyness. Without another word, Connor gently pressed on her shoulder, guiding her to the sofa next to him. He then knelt on one knee, cradled her foot in his hand, and carefully put on the shoe


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    This gentle act was unexpected from Connor, known to many as the city’s formidable tycoon. As his hands touched her, a warm surge flowed through Marissa, igniting a heat that cascaded from her feet to her entire body. The vivid memories of Connor’s kiss and touch from the previous night washed over her, intensifying the heat. She was nearly overwhelmed by the sensation. Marissa’s cheeks flushed a deep red, mirroring the bloom of a flower, further intensifying the charged atmosphere around them


    Arabe, observing quietly, allowed a knowing smile to y across her lips, delighted by the unfolding scene. However, the maids standing near Arabe were taken aback, their eyes widening in disbelief. When did Mr. Connor Daniels be so humble? Connor, known for his typically cold and aloof demeanor, rarely disyed such attentive gestures towards any woman, much less kneeling to help a woman with her shoes


    It seemed the rumors were true—Connor had truly fallen for Marissa. Yet, Connor remained oblivious to others’ opinions, his attention fixed solely on Marissa. Her feet, delicate and perfectly proportioned, seemed toplement her figure beautifully. Her skin was as smooth as jade


    After securing the shoes on her feet, Connor meant to ask about herfort but paused, noticing her flushed face and the unusual warmth radiating from her skin. With a low, reassuring voice, he advised, “Rx, there’s no need to be nervous.”


    “I’m not nervous!” Marissa responded quickly, a hint of defensiveness in her tone. Connor chuckled gently, then continued to assist her with the other shoe. Once done, he looked up at her and asked, “Are youfortable?”


    Marissa nced at the logo on the shoes she had designed. This pair was worth a staggering six million dors. Of course, she feltfortable. Yet, her curiosity was piqued by how perfectly the clothes and shoes he had chosen for her fit. A twinge of unease stirred within her as she pondered what he might have done while she was asleep. Before she could hold it back, the question tumbled out


    “How did you know my size?”


    Regret washed over her immediately, especially with so many onlookers present. She braced for Connor’s response, hoping he wouldn’t disclose that he had measured her as she slept. As she tried to steer the conversation away, Connor’s unexpected answer took Marissapletely by surprise


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