?Chapter 726:


    “I don’t mind who you have dinner with, but you’re not allowed to smile at him, fall for him, ore homete. Got it?”


    Marissa’s mind was still a whirl. She nodded, almost like she was under a spell, as docile as a kitten.


    “That’s my girl,” Connor praised her, satisfied, and nted another kiss on her lips.


    He cupped her face in his hands, gently caressing her smooth skin with his fingers, and earnestly said,


    “I’ve changed my whole style for you and given you all my heart. Even if you don’t love me, you can’t love anyone else. Got it?”


    This time, Marissa didn’t nod. Instead, she frowned and said,


    “Actually, I don’t like this shy look of yours at all.”


    Connor frowned, confused.


    “Didn’t you say you liked this kind of man and that kissing them was joyful, like licking cotton candy?”


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    “I lied,” Marissa confessed.


    “So, what do you like?”


    “Your original, ruggedly handsome look was just fine.”


    Connor paused, then a sudden rity dawned on him, and a smile spread across his face.


    With a grin, he gently pinched Marissa’s cheek and teasingly scolded,


    “You’re such a naughty and mischievous girl.”


    Perhaps he hadn’t been mindful of his strength when pinching her cheek, as Marissa felt a slight sting. This minor difort snapped her out of her daze, leaving her clear-headed.


    Once rity returned, Marissa’s initial reaction was to push Connor away. She then covered her cheeks with both hands, reying the recent moments in her mind, feeling so mortified that she wished she could disappear into the ground.


    How could she have been so weak just moments ago, not even resisting his kisses? Worse still, she had yfully punched him and obeyed his every word.


    She not only listened to him but also confessed that she liked his original look.


    Nonsense! She didn’t like him at all.


    As the shame of her actions washed over her, Marissa rubbed her face in frustration, letting out a shout.


    “Ah!”


    As she shouted, she squatted down and pulled her long hair forward, hiding her face entirely, too ashamed to face Connor.


    Connor, having been pushed away, watched Marissa’s reaction quietly. As she covered her face with her hair in embarrassment, he couldn’t help but chuckle and scratch his nose.


    “Hey, there’s no need to be so embarrassed and upset,” he said, his voiceced with amusement


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