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    The sudden noise caused all four men upstairs to shudder simultaneously. With a deep frown, Connor quickly walked through the floor-to-ceiling window onto the balcony and looked down. Domenic, Marc, and Terry followed suit, rushing to the balcony to see what was happening below. They saw Marissa moving a rockery stone and searching through the green nts in the yard, apparently looking for something. Domenic, Marc, and Terry were too stunned to speak. Connor felt puzzled too.


    The bedroom door on the second floor had been closed, yet Marissa had appeared in the yard on the ground floor. It seemed she must have jumped. Connor wondered where she could have jumped from. What had caused that initial loud noise? All four men simultaneously considered this, scanning their surroundings for clues about the source of the noise.


    Suddenly, Terry pointed downstairs. “Mr. Daniels, look there.” Following Terry’s pointing, Connor spotted a shattered sofa on the ground below. It had previously been in the bedroom. What did it mean? It indicated that Marissa had thrown it out. The initial loud crash urred when the sofa hit the ground with force.


    Terry exhaled deeply and said, “It’s clear why ck Snake is called the mercenary queen. Wow. She’s incredibly strong. A normal woman, even with nine others to help, couldn’t even lift it, much less throw it.” Terry voiced what everyone was thinking. However, Marissa’s physical prowess was not what they should focus on now; rather, it was her sudden, mysterious behavior. She appeared to be under some sort of spell.


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    As he observed Marissa, Domenic muttered, “What could Miss Nash possibly be searching for?”


    Just as he asked the question, Marissa straightened up in the yard, turned around, and walked briskly towards the house. Connor stopped hiding and made his way downstairs. When he reached the living room, he and Marissa came face to face. Since they were close to each other, Connor noticed her unfocused eyes, just as Domenic had described. Though her eyes were open, they seemed lifeless. She stared straight ahead without blinking, moving like a robot.


    Upon entering the living room, she scanned the area. Connor was curious about what she was looking for. He approached her and waved his hand in front of her face. “Marissa, what are you searching for?”


    His voice brought her to an immediate halt. Then, she turned to face him. As their eyes met, Connor smiled gently and inquired, “What’s the matter?” Marissa’s eyescked their usual spark, yet she managed a smile. She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She then took several deep breaths.


    She resembled a little puppy, eagerly sniffing to recognize her owner’s scent. After a moment, she seemed reassured. Smiling, she snuggledfortably in Connor’s arms and closed her eyes. Then, without any further odd behavior, she fell asleep. Domenic, Marc, and Terry finally realized Marissa had been looking for Connor earlier.


    Could she be sleepwalking? Perhaps in her dream, she had sought out Connor’s scent. Upon finding it, she contentedly fell asleep again, right? Domenic, Marc, and Terry pieced together what had likely urred. And Connor certainly understood too. Gazing at the girl peacefully sleeping in his embrace, he broke into a smile, his expression gradually brightening.


    After a moment, he gently lifted her in his arms and carried her up to the bedroom on the second floor. Domenic, Marc, and Terry stared at the now-empty staircase in bewilderment. They still hadn’t returned to their sensespletely, as it was too unbelievable.


    In the bedroom on the second floor, Connor ced Marissa on the bed and gently kissed her lips. Breathing warmly into her ear, he whispered, “You fell right into myp. You can’t me me…”


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