?Chapter 205:
The journey from Blebert to the Sunrise took approximately five hours by ne. Marissa sat on the sofa, peering out the window at the clouds. Her gaze drifted to the man impersonating Lone Wolf a short distance away, and she examined him from head to toe with scrutiny
She sighed, unable to hold back her thoughts. Had Lone Wolf not been paying attention to his physique these past few years? Observing hisrge beer belly, she wondered if he could still handle himself in a fight as he once did. What if hisbat skills had deteriorated over time, and he was now merely capitalizing on his reputation to draw a hefty sry? Marissa feared that he might not be able to coborate effectively with her on the Sunrise. Perhaps it was time to test hisbat prowess beforehand
Across from her, Connor noticed her gaze fixed on the imposter. With a concerned frown, he inquired, “What are you staring at?”
“A handsome man,” Marissa responded nonchntly
Connor’s expression darkened. “I’m right here across from you. Aren’t I enough?”
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“It’s different,” Marissa replied icily. “He’s Lone Wolf. A legend among mercenaries, a man of iron will. Most women are drawn to that kind of rugged strength.”
Connor nced at the imposter’s beer belly, a wry smile flickering on his lips. “Don’t you think your taste might be a bit off?”
Despite Connor’s half-hearted jest, Marissa’s eyes remained glued to the man she called Lone Wolf, fueling Connor’s frustration and desire to have her look away. Before he could utter a word, Marissa was already on her feet, approaching the imposter Lone Wolf. Connor could only hold back his words, watching her in silence
Marissa confidently approached the fake Lone Wolf and cocked her head to study his face. His features were obscured by a peaked cap and a mask, yet she could make out the general contours of his face. It was notably round. The proximity to such an attractive woman seemed to fluster the man in ck
He coughed awkwardly and murmured in a subdued tone, “Miss Nash, what can I do for you?”
Marissa’s eyes twinkled with amusement. Years ago, during her first encounter with Lone Wolf, they both had used voice changers, leaving her curious about his real voice. She had imagined a voice as appealing as his figure—smooth and engaging. However, the voice she heard today was a stark contrast: harsh and grating, an unpleasant surprise to her ears
After a brief pause, she yfully inquired, “Handsome, do you happen to have a girlfriend?”
“No, I don’t,” he replied
“And what do you think of me?” Marissa asked with a yful tilt of her head
Upon hearing her question, the man in ck, already bashful, seemed even more disoriented. If he removed his mask, Marissa would certainly witness his blushing face. “Miss Nash, please don’t make fun of me.”
Marissa, with a yful grin, draped her arm around his shoulder. “I’m not making fun of you. I genuinely like you. How about we grab a drink somewhere quiet and chat for a bit?”
The man in ck stood frozen, speechless, as if Marissa’s touch had turned him to ice. Marissa, both amused and puzzled, reflected on her first encounter with Lone Wolf years ago. He hadn’t been shy back then; instead, he was aloof, speaking smoothly and maintaining hisposure around everyone. She remembered how talkative he was when theymunicated on the Dark Net, even flirting boldly
So why did he seem so terrified after her yful advance just now? Moreover, considering he was gay, why did a woman’s flirtation unsettle him? Lost in her thoughts, Marissa suddenly found herself yanked back onto the sofa by Connor, whose expression was one of anger
She shot him a displeased look. “What are you doing?”
Connor leaned in, trapping her between his arms and the sofa. “As my wife, flirting with my bodyguard isn’t appropriate. It seems you need a reminder of that,” he said sternly
In a lower tone, Marissa posed a question. “Connor, don’t you think something’s wrong with this Lone Wolf?”
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