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    They silently wondered how Connor, who always paid meticulous attention to his appearance, could make such an oversight today.


    Domenic pointed lower. “Mr. Daniels, your zipper is undone. It’s quite noticeable.”


    Connor nced down, saw his open zipper, and flushed with embarrassment. He stood up hastily to fix it.


    He wasn’t worried about Marissa seeing, but the idea of other women glimpsing his underwear was unthinkable to him.


    After securing his zipper, he scrutinized his appearance again, then asked Domenic, Marc, and Terry, “Is there anything else off?”


    They shook their heads in unison. “No.”


    Reassured, Connor proceeded to the dining room. Upon entering, he requested all the servants to leave, desiring privacy with Marissa.


    He sat down across from her, observed her for a moment, and couldn’t resist teasing her. “You’ve seen me without clothes before. Why make such a fuss over an unzipped zipper?”


    Marissa,posed and nibbling on her bread, coolly replied, “I wasn’t making a fuss. It’s just that your indecent appearance was a disappointing reminder of your less than impressive physique.”


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    Connor’s face clouded over. This wasn’t the first time she had disparaged his build. Was his physique truly sockluster?


    He self-consciously touched his chest through his shirt, reassured by the firmness of his well-defined muscles.


    Despite her critique, he knew he maintained a robust, athletic frame with well-defined abs and a physique that conformed to the ideal proportion of the human body, his broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist—undeniably model material.


    Could it be that his physique didn’t align with her preferences?


    Did she not favor his rugged and muscr type? Then what type did she admire?


    At that moment, Marissa, masking her difort, casually picked up a magazine from the table. When she noticed the handsome young male star on the cover, she eximed deliberately, “Wow, he looks good.”


    Connor’s expression soured instantly.


    He had just been pondering what her type might be, and there she was, praising the pretty young male star. He felt a pang of hopelessness.


    Connor wasn’t just naturally masculine and sturdy; he also had a robust personality. He could never emte the softer demeanor of those young male stars, nor could he adopt their polished and styled appearance.


    Realizing he couldn’t change his nature, he grumbled, “What’s so great about these effeminate guys? Don’t you think they look odd? They seem totally artificial.”


    Marissa detected the jealousy in his tone and was visibly amused. She decided to tease him further.


    “What’s artificial? People like you with such intimidating looks and demeanor aren’t gentle at all. Kissing you feels like kissing sandpaper. Girls prefer someone tender and smooth. Kissing them is joyful, like licking cotton candy.”


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