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As Marissa caught sight of the jealous expression on Connor’s face, she nearlyughed out loud, finding the whole situation rather amusing. However, seeing his anger simmer, she bit back herughter; she knew well enough that it would only incite him further.
She desperately needed him to stay by her side while she napped, and ruffling his feathers was not an option. Riling him up could lead to a refusal that would cost her dearly.
Taking a moment to collect herself, she then shed a sweet smile and offered an apology. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about how you felt. Now that you’ve brought it to my attention, I see my error. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Marissa had lowered herself, attempting to pacify him with a gentle approach, yet Connor’s face remained clouded with displeasure. He responded, his voiceced with dissatisfaction, “Is that your whole apology?”
Her smile wavered—what more did he expect from her? Suppressing her irritation, she forced a brighter smile and tried another tactic. “I’ll spend money on you tomorrow! Just wait patiently for one night, okay?”
However, Connor remained unimpressed, his response curt. “We’ll discuss tomorrow’s ns then. Let’s settle today’s issue now.”
At this, Marissa’s patience snapped. She shot back, “Are you serious, Connor? I’m all set for bed. Do you expect me to go out and spend money right now, before I can sleep? If that’s what it takes, I’d rather not sleep at all!”
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Attempting to ease the tension, Connor suggested apromise. “Perhaps there’s another way to make it up to me.”
Confused, Marissa queried, “And what would that be?”
He pointed at his lips. “A kiss might do.”
Marissa’s face soured instantly. It turned out that he wanted to take advantage of her. She wouldn’t let herself be manipted so easily. Noticing her hesitation, Connor pointed to his cheek, offering a lesser demand. “Then how about a simple kiss on the cheek?”
Marissa rolled her eyes. ck Snake was not one to bow to others’ whims. She would neither kiss him on the lips nor on the cheek. “Connor, are you going to join me in bed, or not? If you are, then let’s get on with it. If not, tell me now, because I’ll fight you until you agree.”
Connor grimaced, feeling hurt. He had hoped for a bit of romance, a soft coaxing. Was that too much to ask for? He would have been pleased with a kiss. They had shared kisses before. Why was she so reluctant now?
But Connor kept hisints to himself, not daring to voice them. Seeing her angry stare, he felt a wave of cowardice wash over him. He worried that angering her further might mean losing his chance to sleep next to her.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Connor announced, “I’m going to take a shower.” No sooner had he finished speaking than he made his way to the bathroom.
Marissa wanted to stop him, but he was already stepping through the bathroom door. To her surprise, Connor didn’t close the door and began undressing right in front of her, seemingly unting his physique. Marissa’s mouth twitched in irritation. What was he ying at?
“Connor, can you close the door?” she asked, her voice tinged with exasperation.
“You’ve seen everything already. Would closing the door now really make a difference?” came Connor’s retort from within the bathroom.
Marissa was left speechless. What nonsense! Just because she had seen him before didn’t mean he had the right to expose himself like this! He was clearly using any excuse to flirt with her, to charm her.
She felt a strong urge to confront him physically for his audacity, but she restrained herself. After all, he was a man of significant standing, and she needed him as a sleep aid. She owed him that much respect.
Then, she walked over to close the bathroom door herself. If he wouldn’t do it, she would. Why should she fuss over it?
She approached the bathroom door, but as she neared, Connor, nowpletely undressed, turned and started walking towards her. Marissa froze, taken aback by his bold move
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