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    Upon receiving Domenic’s answer, Marissa turned her questioning gaze towards Domenic, Marc, and Terry. She harbored a suspicion that the three had conspired with Connor to trap her.


    She had seen her strange movements and heard unusual noises on her tracker-recorder, yet she struggled to ept that she had caused such havoc at Connor’s house.


    As her eyes bored into them, Domenic, Marc, and Terry quickly picked up on her suspicions.


    With a mysterious smile, Domenic handed his phone to Marissa.


    She stared at the screen, which disyed a surveince video of her rampaging through Connor’s house. Taking the phone from Domenic, she watched intently.


    By the time the video ended, Marissa was seething.


    Despite her reluctance to believe what she saw, the evidence was irrefutable. She had indeed wreaked havoc in Connor’s house.


    Watching herself strip the front tire from his car, Marissa almost shut her eyes, unable toprehend why she had acted like an auto mechanic gone rogue.


    The ridiculousness of the scenes deeply embarrassed her. Without a word, she switched off the video and handed the phone back to Domenic.


    The air was thick with awkwardness when Terry, oblivious to the tension, blurted out, “Miss Nash, the bedroom is a disaster too. There’s no monitor in the bedroom. You should go and check it out in person.”


    Marissa cast a nce at Terry before she made her way into the house and up to the second floor.


    She was curious to see the chaos she suspected was waiting in the bedroom.


    As she walked away, Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged knowing smiles.


    Believing Connor was in the study and not wanting to disturb him, Marissa didn’t bother with greetings. Instead, she pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside.


    No sooner had she closed the door behind her than Connor emerged from the bathroom.


    Fresh from a shower, he was d only in a towel around his waist. His upper body was bare, disying well-defined muscles that glistened with droplets of water, reminiscent of a Greek god.


    Marissa’s eyes widened, and a blush crept across her cheeks.


    She had always thought he had a nice figure, but catching a glimpse of him nearly undressed ignited a strong desire within her.


    She noticed he was dedicated to his workouts. In addition to his washboard abs, he boasted an Adonis’ belt. His body exuded a powerful, masculine allure.


    Marissa was convinced that his body surpassed even that of professional models. If he ever decided to grace the screens ofmercials or films, fame would find him in an instant.


    Connor, towel in hand, nonchntly dried his hair, making no effort to dissuade her from admiring his body.


    Feeling it was about the right time, he queried, “Do you like what you see?”


    Only at that moment did Marissa snap back to reality. She chastised herself internally for not reacting as expected. She wished she had screamed.


    And so, she let out a bted scream. “Argh!”


    Connor couldn’t help butugh. “You scream only after you’ve had your fill of looking? Isn’t that a bit dyed?”


    Flustered, Marissa pursed her lips, feeling both amused and embarrassed by her own antics. She feigned anger. “Why were you showering in my bedroom? And whye out without any clothes on? You did that on purpose, just to make me look, didn’t you?”


    After finishing drying his hair, Connor tossed aside the towel and retorted teasingly, “You wanted a divorce, remember? What im do you have on this bedroom now? This is my house. I can choose to shower in any bedroom I like. What’s the problem with that?”


    Marissa found herself at a loss for words.


    Connor didn’t stop there. “Moreover, you’ve been sneaking into my house, insisting I share my bed with you night after night. You went so far as to strip me, seeing and touching every part of me. Why the fuss over me without any clothes on?”


    Marissa’s cheeks med. “Connor Daniels! You can’t just throw usations like that!”


    Unperturbed, Connor stepped closer, standing right in front of her to emphasize his point. “Miss Nash, are you trying to deny it all after waking up, huh?”


    His question deepened her embarrassment, turning her face an even deeper shade of red.


    His near nudity and the proximity sent a wave of heat through her, nearly overwhelming her senses.


    In a reflexive move, Marissa pushed him away, trying to create some distance.


    But as she pushed, he pulled her toward him. She stumbled into his arms, her eyes wide with shock


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