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    Marissa’s mouth twitched. “You mean… he also isn’t happy with the look I just saw?”


    “No!” Terry replied in a hushed tone. “He went through dozens of stylists this morning, and Mr. Daniels disliked all of their work. If we had more time, he’d still be in that studio trying on different looks.”


    Marissa recalled the expression on Connor’s face earlier. His eyes indeed seemed filled with embarrassment and anger. He truly didn’t appear satisfied with his appearance.


    Was he acting like this because of herments about those handsome young male stars this morning?


    Oh no, she never intended for him to do this.


    She had just teased him, wanting to get back at him for his frequent flirtations. Little did she know he’d take it this far.


    The thought that Connor might lose his rugged charm forever filled Marissa with guilt.


    She wasn’t into those delicate, effeminate guys. She preferred his rugged, manly charm!


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    With a sigh, Marissa opened the car door, settled into the back, and shut the door behind her.


    The car was a stretch limo, with Domenic in the driver’s seat, Marc riding shotgun, and Terry in the far back.


    Once all the doors were shut, the air in the car turned thick with awkwardness, especially for Connor. He was so anxious he couldn’t even nce Marissa’s way.


    Domenic nced back at Marissa with great difficulty and said, “Hey, Miss Nash?”


    Marissa responded with a nod.


    Domenic then turned back, started the engine, and the car began to move.


    The tension was so palpable that Domenic, Marc, and Terry barely dared to breathe.


    Finding the situation amusing, Marissa rubbed her nose, then turned to Connor and broke the ice. “Hey, Daniels. I must say, you’re looking sharp today!”


    It was Connor’s own decision to revamp his style. He had selected this new hairstyle and attire specifically to impress Marissa. Yet, when sheplimented him, a wave of irritation unexpectedly washed over him.


    Abruptly, he spun around to face her, his lips quivering as if he were on the verge of an outburst, yet he choked back his words. With a swift turn of his head, he chose to disregard herpletely.


    Observing Connor’s blend of annoyance and embarrassment only heightened Marissa’s amusement. She teased, “Mr. Daniels, you’re so handsome. You could stride right into the entertainment industry and be a superstar overnight.”


    Thisment made Connor whirl around to re at her once more, his anger simmering just below the surface.


    However, he managed to suppress his fury yet again.


    Eventually, he just said, “Are you satisfied now?”


    Marissa’s lips curled into a smirk. What did he mean by “satisfied”? She hadn’t coerced him into adopting this new look or pressured him to dress like a model from a magazine cover


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