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    The unsettling thought that her father might have discovered she had allowed Connor to stay at their house—and in her bedroom, no less—shed through Marissa’s mind, coloring her cheeks with guilt.


    Hannah’s exnation came with a resigned tone. “He would’ve preferred to stay out longer. But then Sansa came, tears streaming down her face, demanding that your father step in to discipline his daughter and provide some answers. She was adamant you return A, prompting his early return.”


    Pausing to gauge Marissa’s reaction, Hannah continued, “I really didn’t want to interrupt you and Mr. Daniels, but your father’smand left me no choice. I hope you won’t think me inconsiderate.”


    A flicker of annoyance crossed Marissa’s features. “Hannah, what are you implying? We weren’t up to anything. There was no interruption.”


    Hannah offered a knowing smile. “Perhaps you should freshen up before you meet with your father. I’ll go on ahead.”


    As she turned to leave, she stopped, casting a nce over her shoulder. “By the way, Marissa, your father learned Mr. Daniels was in your room. He was none too pleased. His frosty mood could chill the entire house.”


    With those parting words, Hannah made her way downstairs, leaving Marissa to ponder her next move. Marissa’s lips twitched again as she cast a helpless nce toward the ceiling.


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    Having met Tiffany, she no longer felt ufortable about being with Connor. She even began to view their union not as a mistake but as destiny.


    Throughout their time together, Marissa realized she harbored no ill feelings toward Connor. Learning that Lawrence and Lindsay were their biological children only strengthened her desire to provide them with a united family.


    Yet, the sudden appearance of Everett and her father’s clear disapproval of Connor posed significant challenges.


    She sighed deeply, turning to Connor with a look of slight reproach. “My father wants me downstairs. What’s your n?”


    “I’ll apany you to see him,” Connor assured her. “But my father isn’t fond of you. He might be harsh, even scold you.”


    Connor smiled lightly. “I expect as much, given that I’ve caused his daughter distress. I’ll ept whatever he has to say.”


    Connor’s readiness to face her father’s ire caught Marissa off guard. Known for his assertive demeanor, he typically only showed restraint around Arabe.


    It was both surprising and moving that he would willingly humble himself for her sake in front of her father.


    After a moment of contemtion, Marissa made her way to the bathroom to wash her face. Hannah’s pointed reminder indicated something was clearly amiss.


    Stepping into the bathroom, she confronted her reflection in the mirror. The sight made her cheeks ze with embarrassment, her heart wishing she could disappear.


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