?Chapter 157:


    Every eye in the room was fixed on Connor, filled with curiosity about how he knew his wife’s exact size. Under normal circumstances, a husband knowing his wife’s size would hardly raise eyebrows, but Connor was a notable exception. Previously, he had harbored a strong dislike for his wife, seldom even giving her a second look. How, then, could he possibly be aware of such details? Lately, however, there seemed to be a stark transformation in his feelings toward his wife. This left everyone pondering when he had fallen for her and what remarkable qualities she possessed to capture his affections


    Ignoring the puzzled stares and Marissa’s evident difort, Connor said in a slow, deliberate tone, “I measured you with my hands when I held you.” His deration seemed to elevate the room’s temperature. The maids turned away, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Arabe’s mouth fell open in astonishment, and she quickly covered it with her hand to stifle her shock


    Marissa silently prayed for the ground to swallow her up. Connor’s words had set imaginations racing, with everyone specting about the nature of his holding. As teasing looks came her way, Marissa felt like a cornered cat. Yet, Connor had more to say. After slipping the other shoe onto her foot, he looked up and inquired, “Is the measurement by my hands correct?”


    Marissa’s eyes widened in dismay. She desperately wished he would stop talking. Her embarrassment was palpable. Without thinking, she looked around at the others gathered in the room. Catching Arabe’s deep, inscrutable look, she feltpelled to rify. “Grandma, it’s not what you’re thinking. We actually…”


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    Her voice trailed off before she could finish. She had wanted to dere that there was no romantic involvement between her and Connor. But voicing such a statement was impossible, as they had always portrayed a facade of a loving couple before Arabe. Revealing their actual rtionship would be catastrophic


    When Arabe noticed Marissa’s abrupt pause, her face lit up with a knowing smile. “Sweetie, why are you feeling shy? I was young once, too. I understand. It’s natural for young couples to be intimate. How else would you have children? All childrene into this world because their parents have been intimate. What’s there to hide? The more intimate you are, the more it warms my heart. Connor was once a dull boy, hardly interesting. Now, he doesn’t shy from sharing his feelings. You’ve truly brought out the best in him. Hahaha…” She ended with a gentleugh, then added thoughtfully, “Truly, marriage brings maturity to a man.”


    Marissa’s cheeks flushed a deeper red. Unable to exin, she was forced to suppress her frustration. Fuming, she shot Connor a re, furious with him for his reckless words and for misleading everyone. However, as she red at him, she caught him smirking slyly. It dawned on her that he had done it on purpose


    With her anger fueling a crafty idea, Marissa decided to turn the tables. Shedding her embarrassed demeanor, she smiled sweetly and said, “Honey, my legs are numb. Can you help me stand up?”


    Her voice dripped with exaggerated sweetness. Connor froze for a moment, his eyes shifting to her. Her smile was disarmingly charming, overly so. Her feigned affection and apparent tenderness sent a shiver through him. Connor quickly realized she was plotting her revenge. In a room full of onlookers, he had no escape. He silently cursed himself for provoking her publicly. Resigned to his fate yet seeing an opportunity for yful payback, he returned her smile warmly. “Sure.”


    In the next instant, he reached out, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her effortlessly


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