?Chapter 382: One-Dor Compensation


    Xander’s careless words at the Nash family’s house had led to a serious misunderstanding. Zayn and his mother thought he intended to propose to Marissa as well.


    After Divya left, she spread the news like wildfire. Soon, everyone in their social circle believed that Xander was smitten with Tiffany and nned to marry her.


    Connor, unable to keep hisposure, rushed to the Nash family’s house, making an excuse to take Marissa home. Otherwise, he would have enjoyed ying games with her for a few more days.


    He doubted Marissa would fall for Xander, the foolish yet wealthy man. Nevertheless, the thought of Marissa being pestered by so many suitors, especially someone like Xander, made Connor’s blood boil.


    He despised any man who tried to steal Marissa from him, regardless of their chances of sess.


    Marissa didn’t deny it since she and Xander had agreed to pretend they were dating. She merely grinned in response.


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    “Stay away from that man,” Connor warned.


    Marissa raised an eyebrow in silent defiance.


    Connor continued, “That guy’s been spoiled rotten since he was a kid. He’s reckless and does whatever he pleases. Your reputation will take a hit if you get too close to him.”


    Marissa chuckled, amused. “Does it even matter? My reputation isn’t exactly pristine anyway.”


    Connor tapped her forehead lightly. “Are you saying that guy doesn’t annoy you?”


    Marissa replied, “He’s not so bad, not as indecent as people say.”


    She didn’t dislike Xander. Despite his ws, he was her student.


    To her, Xander was like a child, and his shorings didn’t bother her. No matter how troublesome he was, she would never disdain him.


    Connor, green with envy, asked, “You’ve been with me for so long, and still, you think that spoiled brat is okay?”


    Marissa beamed at him. “To be honest, I like him more than you.”


    She wasn’t lying. Connor often annoyed her, whereas Xander seemed like her own kid, so she had a soft spot for him.


    Her answer only fueled Connor’s jealousy. He leaned in and bit her ear.


    “Hiss!” Marissa winced in pain.


    When Connor noticed her frown, he released her and remarked, “Remember, you can’t be fond of any other man. You’ve stripped me, seen me naked, and touched me. You have to take responsibility.”


    Marissa, unconvinced, pouted. “I don’t recall any of that. How do I know you’re not making it up? I won’t believe you without video proof.”


    Connor snorted, “Who would record things that happened on their bed?”


    “Someone did,” Marissa said as she sat up, found the video Arabe had sent her, and handed her phone to him. “See for yourself.”


    Connor never expected his grandmother to keep that video and send it to Marissa.


    After watching it, he felt humiliated, as if his most embarrassing secret had beenid bare.


    He was ashamed.


    He had cornered Marissa to control her, but now, he just wanted to disappear and escape her gaze.


    Marissa finally discovered Connor’s weakness and made fun of him. She said, “Have you seen it?” while sitting up straight and pointing at the video clip. “To persuade me, you must provide me with substantial proof.”


    Connor felt bad. He was hesitant to press her for ountability after hearing what she had to say.


    Marissa sensed his guilt and felt emboldened.


    “I don’t care if I did something inappropriate while sleepwalking. You could’ve fought back given your skills. If you ended up stripped, seen, or touched, it means you didn’t resist.


    So, you were willing. You’re an adult; you should follow adult rules. You were willing then, and now, you can’t demand I take responsibility. If you feel wronged, I canpensate you financially.”


    As she spoke, she wired some money to Connor on her phone.


    Connor saw the amount, his face dark. “One dor? Seriously?”


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