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    Marissa’s lips possessed an enchanting allure, and Connor longed to kiss her repeatedly, unable to restrain himself. Remembering she had mentioned divorce earlier in the day, he kissed her with a wicked thought crossing his mind. “I’ll be intimate with you tonight, so you won’t leave me.”


    His kisses grew deeper and more fervent. He seemed consumed by desire, needing more than just kissing her. His fervent kisses covered her face and neck, while his hands began to unbutton her.


    Suddenly, Arabe’s voice echoed from downstairs. “What happened? Where is Connor? What caused those noises?”


    It was as if cold water had been thrown on him. Closing his eyes in frustration, Connor suppressed his desire and got up from the bed. Arabe had arrived at an inconvenient moment, but he managed to suppress his anger. To better look after Arabe, he had chosen to live in the building nearest to the main house, allowing him to hear any significant disturbanceing from there. Consequently, any loud noise from his building would be audible to Arabe in the main house. Earlier, Marissa had thrown the sofa and toppled the rockery, creating amotion that startled Arabe. He needed to calm his grandmother, or she might be overly concerned.


    Despite her age, Arabe was very perceptive. Her mind was always teeming with peculiar ideas. As he descended the stairs, he noticed Arabe entering the living room. Domenic, Marc, and Terry were attempting to soothe her.


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    With a reassuring smile, Domenic said, “Mrs. Daniels, it’s nothing serious. Don’t worry. Go back and rest.”


    “No way!” Arabe’s expression darkened. She red at Domenic and demanded, “Do you think I’m old and easily deceived? I heard loud noises. Do you think I’m hard of hearing?” Domenic smiled humbly, refraining from furtherments.


    Arabe was indeed hard of hearing, yet the noises Marissa made were so loud that they startled even her. Infuriated by Domenic’s silence, Arabe struck his shin with her walking stick and eximed, “I know you all think I’m a fool!” Retrieving her walking stick, she added with a snort, “Did Connor and Tiffany have a fight? Was it domestic violence?”


    Domestic violence? Domenic, Marc, and Terry winced simultaneously. Arabe had a vivid imagination. How could domestic violence cause such amotion? It would be deadly if it were true. Domenic, nursing his aching leg, responded with a smile, “Mrs. Daniels, you’re overthinking. The rockery in the yard copsed due to its age. Mr. Daniels and his wife are perfectly fine. It wasn’t domestic violence.”


    “Are they fine? I don’t believe it!” Arabe insisted. “Don’t think I know nothing. Since their return from the business trip, Connor has seemed unhappy, and Tiffany didn’t stay homest night. They must have had a conflict!”


    After a moment, Arabe recalled something and inquired, “By the way, there’s talk online that their marriage is a deal. Is it true?”


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry remained silent, unable to bear the responsibility of answering. Connor descended thest stair and said, “Grandma, what are you doing at this hour? Don’t you know this is not the time to disturb men?”


    Hearing his voice, Arabe rushed over, sternly demanding, “Don’t prattle with me! What did you do to Tiffany?”


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