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    They remained this way for a few more minutes until Marissa suddenly became fully alert. Upon realizing her surroundings, she swiftly moved away from Connor, her cheeks flushing and her heart pounding. Moments ago, being close to him had seemed so natural, afort she had cherished. Yet now, lying in his arms filled her with guilt, as if she were betraying Tiffany, and her frustration grew.


    Unable to contain herself, she pointed at Connor and burst out, “I couldn’t help falling asleep, but you werepletely awake! Why didn’t you push me away?”


    Connor casually observed Marissa. Her face still bore the sleepy expression of someone just awakened, tinged with slight embarrassment, which only made her look more endearing.


    Connorughed openly, teasing her without restraint. “Miss Nash, you were clinging to me very tightly and threatening to kill me if I dared to move. In such a situation, do you really think I’d have the courage to push you away?”


    Marissa started to speak, but no words came out. She recalled the mortifying things she had done to him while sleepwalking and considered that he might be telling the truth. As she remembered how atrocious—no, absolutely dreadful—her sleep habits were, her face reddened further. She wished she could just disappear into thin air.


    All she wanted was to quietly leave the vehicle, walk away, and never see him again—never relive these humiliating moments. That was the n, and her body was ready to carry it out. But before she could move, Connor’s teasing voice chimed in again.


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    “Besides, we were once married. You’ve shared a bed with me countless times and have even seen me without any clothes. There’s nothing hidden between us now. We’ve revealed everything to each other, haven’t we? With such a shared past, if you asked for onest sleep together, how could I refuse? It would be cruel of me not to grant your wish, don’t you think?”


    Every word he spoke made Marissa’s ears burn, and her cheeks felt like they were on fire. His remarks struck a nerve, bringing back memories she had tried to bury deep, especially those of him forcibly kissing her or shamelessly unting himself in front of her. These thoughts only intensified her embarrassment, making her flush from her face to her entire body, so much so that she feared she mightbust.


    Suddenly, the air in the car felt stifling, and no matter how deeply she inhaled, it wasn’t enough. She desperately wanted to escape his presence. Driven by this thought, her body moved quickly. She reached for the door handle, determined to leave without so much as ncing back.


    But just as she grabbed the door handle, Connor’s mocking voice came again. “Miss Nash, even if we’re no longer husband and wife, we can still be friends. No need to act as if we should never see each other again. Besides, where else would you find such an effective sleep aid as me? Don’t tell me that you don’t know that losing me would be a great loss for you. You’ve slept beside me so many times that you probably know my character well. I’m not stingy, right? Miss Nash, whenever you need me to help you sleep, just call or text. I’ll be at your service anytime, anywhere. Don’t hesitate to reach out.”


    His words made Marissa even more mortified and furious. She bit her lip, turned around sharply, and red at him.


    Seeing her so angry, Connor grinned yfully. Clearly, he had been trying to provoke her just to see her reaction. And he had seeded


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