Chapter 500:


    Connor was momentarily surprised when Marissa made her request. Then, his face broke into a smile. She was the only one who had the right to ask him to sleep with her—a request he couldn’t refuse and always had to be ready for.


    Naturally, he was willing to do so because he always enjoyed it. Yet, it was also a form of torment. She genuinely meant just sleeping, nothing else. Lying next to him, she would simply sleep, while he felt agonized by her proximity.


    It was like being starved in front of a feast but unable to eat. Connor thought this woman was the cruelest in the world.


    Then, he asked with a smile, “Now?”


    “Mm,” Marissa nodded. “I had nightmaresst night and didn’t sleep well. Tonight, I have to stay upte to work on something. I need a nap first.”


    “What are you nning to do tonight?” Connor asked.


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    Marissa, holding a UAV, didn’t conceal her ns. “I’m going to check the security systems at Skytop Mansion,” she said straightforwardly.


    Connor nodded, understanding. “Okay. I’ll go shower now.”


    Marissa’s lips twitched. “Don’t bother. We aren’t doing anything. Save the time. Juste to bed.”


    Connorughed heartily. “What if you decide you want to do something while we’re sleeping, and I haven’t showered?”


    Marissa was at a loss for words. She realized Connor had be increasingly bold around her, flirting whenever he pleased. Marissa replied dryly, emphasizing each word, “No worries. It will never happen.”


    Pointing to the lounge door, Connor suggested, “Why don’t you shower first?”


    Marissa sighed and said, “I don’t need to shower. I can nap in my clothes.”


    Yet, Connor said casually, “I’m a neat freak. I can’t sleep next to someone who hasn’t showered. You might not mind my body odor, but I can’t let go of my habits.” He shrugged arrogantly. “Either you don’t sleep or you go shower. Your choice.”


    Marissa was so irritated that she clenched her teeth. Connor knew he was the perfect remedy for her sleep issues. She felt so frustrated that she wanted to smash the UAV on his face if she didn’t need itter that night.


    After a brief silence, Marissa set down the UAV, stormed into the lounge, and entered the bathroom for a quick shower.


    Connor’s lips curled into a victorious smile. He grabbed his phone and texted Domenic, saying, “Bring all the clothes I asked you to purchase to my office.”


    Domenic responded promptly, “Okay, Mr. Daniels.”


    Connor had the entire top floor of the Daniels Group building to himself,plete with a sprawling office and lounge. The lounge’s bathroom was as opulent as those in Daniels Manor.


    After her shower, Marissa realized a crucial oversight—she had no clean clothes to wear. Originally, she had intended to nap in her day clothes, but now she felt ufortable putting them back on. However, having no other choice, she stood up and searched for the clothes she had removed after the shower.


    That was when she realized she had tossed them into the washing machine.


    “Shoot! What am I supposed to wear now?” she muttered to herself.


    Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. Connor’s voice followed, saying, “I’ve prepared clean clothes for you. Come and get them.”


    Marissa hadn’t expected such thoughtfulness. Her anger towards Connor began to subside. She wrapped herself in a bath towel, cracked open the bathroom door, and peered out. Connor was right outside, and she spotted him immediately.


    Embarrassed, Marissa was relieved she hadn’t ventured out without a towel.


    “Connor, could you give me some personal space?” she asked.


    However, Connor stayed put, his smile yful. “You’ve seen and touched my body. To be fair, you can’t hide yours. I may not be lucky enough to touch, but seeing you, that’s fair, right?”


    Marissa’s cheeks turned red. She was caught off guard by his teasing. She looked at him silently. “Connor, can you act like a gentleman? Stop being so crude,” she snapped.


    She expected Connor to take the hint and leave. Yet, he stood his ground and said, “No, I won’t.”


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