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    In that moment, she held back her true thoughts, wary of further upsetting him, as his mood had already plummeted to an all-time low.


    She worried that any additional provocation might push him to erupt with rage right there in the car.


    It was absurd, truly. He obviously detested this delicate look, yet a mere offhand remark from her had propelled him to undertake such an unsatisfying transformation.


    Adorned with this juvenile hairstyle and garishly designed clothes, he looked visibly ufortable, and she found it disconcerting just to behold him.


    Regrettably, she couldn’t make her feelings known. The words she had uttered earlier that morning were irreversible.


    Thus, she forced another smile and offered insincere reassurance. “I’m satisfied, very satisfied. Mr. Daniels, your appearance today makes you exceedingly handsome, a real visual treat. I’m confident lunch will be exceptionally delightful today.”


    Her attempt at ttery seemed to mollify Connor; his expression softened noticeably, and he even began to fidget shyly.


    “Ahem…” He coughed lightly, managing a response. “As long as you’re satisfied.”


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    Marissa’s smirk deepened as she deciphered the mixed signals in Connor’s statement. His underlying message was clear: as long as she was pleased, hisfort was secondary.


    As she silently relished this realization, Connor, now somewhat cheered, gently inquired, “Where would you like to eat?”


    Seizing the opportunity to boost his spirits further, Marissa quickly replied, “You pick. Honestly, dining with someone as dashing as you means even street noodles would be a treat. I’m not fussy about the venue.”


    Connor’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red at her straightforwardpliment.


    This marked the first time Marissa had openlyplimented him. Previously, she seemed to always find fault with him, disinterested in him even when he was naked.


    Now that he had transformed into the image of a magazine cover star, her enthusiasm was palpable.


    Clearly, his prior looks had not aligned with her preferences, but now, atst, he had hit the mark.


    This result brought him a sense of joy, yet it also made him feel profoundly ufortable.


    Sporting this hairstyle and these clothes, he felt as if he were ying a role that wasn’t his own. His movements felt awkward, and when he spoke, his words seemed to stumble over each other.


    However, if Marissa appreciated this new style, he was willing to endure the difort. As long as she didn’t dislike him, that was all that mattered. After all, how else could he capture her heart?


    With these thoughts, he shifted uneasily and gently proposed, “How about the Duling Restaurant?”


    Marissa hesitated, surprised by his choice. It was the same restaurant where she had nned to meet Kevinter.


    Fortunately, their meetings wouldn’t ovep; one was for lunch and the other for dinner


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