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Chapter 317
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Chapter 317: After Connor departed, Domenic, Marc, and Terry surveyed the chaos downstairs, their hearts sinking even further. Priceless items lay strewn in the yard—shattered, cracked, and broken-collectively worth billions! Given their substantial high-interest loans, how could they not feel distressed seeing this? Shaking their heads despondently, they sighed and descended to the first floor, following Connor's lead. The yard was a scene of devastation, and the interior of the building fared no better. The once-opulent living room now resembled a disaster zone, courtesy of Marissa's rampage.

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Upon reaching the living room, they found Marissa earnestly sifting through the wreckage. Connor, finding amusement in her actions, approached her from behind and remarked lightly, "I'm right here." Startled, Marissa halted her search, turned around, and, upon seeing him, broke into a smile. Without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms, exclaiming joyfully, "Let's go to sleep!" Domenic, Marc, and Terry couldn't help but twitch their lips in disbelief. The sudden shift in Marissa's demeanor was surreal. Just moments ago, she had been like a ruthless bandit, wreaking havoc everywhere, and now she appeared as a child. They couldn't help but wonder if Black Snake had a split personality.

Every story starts at g V In σ v☐ ☐s,Meanwhile, Connor smiled as he embraced her, his hands searching until he found a small tracker-recorder hidden in her hair. It becevident that Marissa was aware of her sleepwalking and had taken measures to record her actions.

Discovering the device, Connor released her and teasingly remarked, “Miss Nash, you keep mentioning divorce, yet here you are, seekingout to sleep with you. Isn't that contradictory?" In her sleepwalking state, Marissa looked up at him, perplexed, seemingly unable to comprehend why someone who had been kind to her moments ago would suddenly speak in such a manner. Despite his teasing words, Connor's expression remained gentle, his smile warm.

Blinking as she processed his statement, Marissa simply repeated, "Let's go to sleep!" Connor's teasing continued as he remarked, "Miss Nash, look at the mess you've made of my house just to coaxinto sleeping with you. Isn't this a bit excessive?" Perplexed, Marissa gazed up at him, her expression clouded with confusion. Then, she heard him say, "I won't yield to your violence tonight." Marissa's anger flared at his words, and she pouted, insisting, "Let's go to sleep!" "Are you going to hitagain?" Connor queried, a hint of amusement in his tone.

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Marissa blinked, attempting to recall if she had ever resorted to violence against him. Failing to recollect, she gently cupped his face and reassured him in a soothing tone, "As long as you sleep with me, I won't lay a hand on you." Connor chuckled at her response, then bent down and lifted her into his arms, carrying her upstairs. Domenic, Marc, and Terry were left utterly astounded. Had the typically composed and formidable Mr. Connor Daniels mastered the art of psychological manipulation? Once in the bedroom, Connor tenderly placed Marissa on the bed and nestled beside her. Possibly fatigued from her earlier outburst, Marissa quietly snuggled against his arm and drifted off to sleep.

Connor felt a twinge of disappointment. He had anticipated a more assertive demeanor from her tonight, but she had just fallen asleep.

But while he was still lost in thought, Marissa abruptly sat upright. Adjusting his limbs to her liking and removing his shoes, she proceeded to undo his belt. Connor's heart quickened. He was both hopeful and apprehensive about her next move.

As she was about to unbuckle his belt, he gently intercepted her small hands and softly admonished, "Sweetheart, you can't remove my pants. Let's just sleep, alright?" Marissa, dissatisfied with his restraint, pouted and insisted, "But I want to take them off!"

With a determined tug, she yanked his belt open, and because she used too much force, she ended up tearing his pants