?Chapter 524:


    Hearing Connor’s words left Marissa initially stunned. Once she understood what he meant, she couldn’t help but slightly twitch her lips. She found herself speechless. To think he would see her act of bringing breakfast as an attempt to gain his favor in exchange for hispany astonished her.


    When she didn’t spend money on him, he would pout and sulk,cking any dignity one might expect from a billionaire. Now, when she did spend, he overthought, questioning her motives. If he was capable of such creative interpretations, why didn’t he be a scriptwriter?


    Yet, she chose not to rify things for him. Not only did she refrain from exining, but she also mocked him. “Yes,st time I gave you a one-dor tip, and this time it’s three. I’m giving you a raise.”


    At her words, Connor froze, staring at her with sharp eyes, as if to judge her. Marissa knew he was upset, but she didn’t intend to soothe his feelings. She snorted silently, her heart filled with defiance. She was ready to turn away from him, refusing to meet his gaze or engage further.


    But as she turned, a hand swiftly reached over, gripping the back of her head. Before she could react, Connor’s lips, tasting faintly of milk, pressed against hers.


    Marissa’s initial instinct was to scold him for his audacity, but his forceful kiss swallowed her words. He kissed her fervently, as if trying to consume her entirely. The sweetness of the milk, enhanced by sugar, made his kiss not only creamy but also sweet.


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    Marissa’s mind went nk. It was always like this; his kisses left her dazed. Even amid life-and-death situations on the battlefield, she could quickly strategize and act, but now, his kisses rendered her helpless. Despite her martial prowess, she couldn’t resist. It seemed his kisses held a peculiar sway over her.


    The kiss lingered, leaving Marissa breathless and starved for air. Any longer, and she feared she might pass out. Finally, Connor halted. He gently freed her lips but remained close, their faces nearly touching, his hand still at the back of her head, keeping her from pulling away.


    After the extended kiss, both were gasping for air, their breaths mingling with a sweetness that was milky and distinct. At first, it was solely his sweetness, but now it enveloped them both. Marissa’s cheeks had turned a fiery red, the heat nearly scalding.


    Falling to resist his boldness earlier, she pouted in silence, ring at him with eyes filled with resentment. Despite her repeated warnings against taking liberties with her, he consistently ignored them, leaving her frustrated—her thoughts always scattered whenever he kissed her, leaving her unable to resist.


    Observing her blush and pout, Connor found immense pleasure in them. His spirits lifted considerably, and he let out a soft chuckle. Following hisughter, he teased her, “Miss Nash, with my exemry service, perhaps you should consider granting me another raise?”


    “Who desires your dreadful service?” Marissa snapped back fiercely. “Remove your vile hand now, or you’ll regret it!”


    No sooner had she made her threat than he pressed his lips to hers once again. Marissa uttered a cry of surprise once more, her fury escting. This man, who typically seemed wary of her, tantly ignored all her threats when it came to taking advantage of her, acting recklessly.


    This time, she was determined not to be bewildered; she was resolute in teaching him a lesson. With this firm intention, she lifted her right hand to strike him.


    But before she could follow through, the office door opened, and a tall,manding figure entered.


    The presence of the neer filled the office, making the space seem tighter. Startled, Marissa turned to see it was Bumet. Bumet, maintaining his usual icy demeanor, showed no intention of leaving despite the intimate scene before him.


    He merely raised an eyebrow slightly and asked in a calm tone, “Did I interrupt something important?”


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