?Chapter 307:
You Were Acting Very Strange Last…
Marissa’s lips pressed against Connor’s with a gentle sweetness, and her fragrance surrounded him, intoxicating. Connor felt a deep fire kindle within him. When shey on the bed with serene obedience before, merely gazing at her was already overwhelming for him, not to mention when she kissed him.
He encircled her waist with his arms, drawing her close, and gently bit her lip. “Do you even realize what you’re doing?” he whispered. The girl looked back at him, her face expressionless, her eyes blinking slowly as she mulled over his question.
Just as he anticipated another kiss, she slipped away from him. Like the previous night, she removed his shoes, positioned his limbs in a way she liked, and snuggled against him, quickly falling asleep. Connory there, staring up at the ceiling, berating himself: Why did he have to speak at that moment?
If he hadn’t interrupted, would she have continued kissing him, maybe leading to something more profound? The thought haunted him, filling him with regret. But dwelling on what could have been was pointless. Finally, he sighed deeply, drew the nket over them, and drifted off to sleep, holding her close.
The next morning, the shaking of the bed roused Connor. He opened his eyes to see the vige girl energetically doing sit-ups this time, not push-ups as yesterday. The darkness outside hinted it was still very early. He checked the time, and it was exactly 3:30 AM, as he suspected.
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He rubbed his forehead, watching her finish her exercise. When she stopped, he said softly, “Baby, why don’t you try to get some more sleep?”
Ignoring him as she had the day before, she got out of bed, slipped on her shoes, and left the room. Knowing her destination, the Sanchez family’s house, he quickly dressed, followed her downstairs, and stepped out into the chilly morning.
She sped off on her motorcycle, and he hastened to his car, following her. His front windshield had been smashed by her, broken and looking terrifying. He stared at her through a gaping hole, creating an extremely eerie scene.
Marissa’s driving was wless despite her apparent sleepwalking state. She arrived safely at the Sanchez family’s home, parked the motorcycle, and disappeared inside. Just like the previous night, he parked his car outside the vi and waited.
Only after seeing someone exit the vi did he drive away, deleting the Sanchez family’s surveince footage as he left.
Marissa returned to her bedroom on the second floor, undressed, and slipped into bed, cuddling the two little ones as she drifted back to sleep. She woke up at 6:00 AM, stretching luxuriously, about toment on her restful sleep, when she heard Rita’s voice, “Boss, you were acting very strangest night.”
Marissa paused mid-stretch, her eyes snapping open as she turned to Rita. “How strange?”
Rita recounted precisely, “You woke up at midnight, got out of bed, went downstairs, and rode your motorcycle away from the vi.”
Before Rita could finish, Marissa felt her heart pound. She rode her motorcycle away from the Sanchez family’s vi? She had no recollection of that!
Rita continued, “I greeted you, but you just ignored me and didn’t even nce my way.”
“What happened after that?” Marissa asked urgently.
“You didn’te back until 4:30 AM, then climbed back into bed and slept until now, without looking at me once,” Rita exined.
Marissa was utterly confused, her mind racing with questions.
Rita added, “Boss, when you returned at 4:30 AM, a ck Rolls-Royce followed you. It stayed outside the vi until 5:00 AM before it left.”
Marissa’s alertness spiked. “What kind of Rolls-Royce? Did you get the license te number?”
Rita answered, “Boss, I recorded a video. You can check it yourself.”
Marissa immediately took out her phone, connected it to Rita’s chip, and pulled up the video to watch
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