NovelOnlineChapter 322: In the past, whenever Marissa gave an order, Rita would immediately comply. But this time, Rita hesitated before acting. She stood still, her face remaining unemotional, and inquired, “Boss, didn't you instructto avoid provoking Connor? You toldto stay away from him, even if we crossed paths, warning that he could reduceto a heap of parts." After a brief pause, Marissa calmed down. She then got up from the floor and scolded Rita sharply, "Can't you be a decent robot? Don't always askwhether I need you to handle someone! I'll tell you when it's tto handle someone. If I don't say that, don't ask!" "Yes, boss," Rita responded obediently. Marissa massaged her temples and turned her attention back to her phone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt that moment, the red dot on the screen shifted back to the bedroom on the second floor. Suddenly, she heard Connor exclaim, "Sweetheart, you can't remove my pants. Let's just sleep, alright?" This was immediately followed by her own distinctly unhappy voice, saying, “But I want to take them off!" Then cthe sound of tearing fabric.
gvlis your update hub Marissa's mouth dropped open in astonishment. Oh God! Did she forcefully remove Connor's pants? And they were ripped apart. Realizing this possibility, she covered her mouth with her hand, utterly shocked and struggling to breathe.
The next thing she heard was Connor's stern voice, saying, “Do you realize the consequences of trying to take off my pants, hmm? Just because you're sleepwalking doesn't mean you can do whatever you like, right?" Marissa quickly moved her hand from her mouth to her eyes, covering them tightly, too embarrassed to face the situation. From Connor's tone, it seemed she really had torn off his pants! Then there was no sound from her. She didn't know what she had done during this time. But after a while, Connor's voice cthrough the phone again. "Miss Nash, you so roughly stripped me, saw everything, and touched me. Don't you think you owesresponsibility for this?" After hearing this, Marissa stared at the ceiling, overwhelmed with despair. Did she strip Connor, look at him, and touch him? He expected her to take responsibility for that? Marissa couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did a person suffering from sleepwalking always experience such schizophrenia? Why did she do those things? "Oh, no!" Marissa collapsed to the floor again, crying out in distress. This time, she felt too humiliated to face anyone. She was so upset she wanted to bang her head against a wall.
Just then, the voices of the two children cfrom the bed, saying, "Mommy?” Marissa halted her cries and quickly looked towards the bed to see the two little ones staring at her, wide-eyed and scared. "Mom, are you okay? Do you feel sick?" "No, I'm not sick. I'm just doing smorning exercises,” she replied with a smile and nodded earnestly. "That's right. I'm just doing smorning exercises." Hearing such an answer, the two kids finally stopped being frightened. Just then, Leila opened the door and peeked in. "Tiffany, today we're attending the masterpiece appreciation event. I'm here to wake you up." Suddenly remembering her commitments for the day, Marissa couldn't afford to linger on last night's embarrassment. Given that Connor knew she had behaved inappropriately while sleepwalking, Marissa resolved that if she encountered him again, she would pretend not to know and adamantly deny everything. She certainly wouldn't take responsibility for anything.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe planned to seriously consider how to address her sleepwalking after sorting out the situation with Remy. With that plan in mind, Marissa got up from the floor and turned to the two little ones. "Sweethearts, Mommy needs to go out today for an important event. You'll stay here, and Rita will look after you, okay?"
"Okay," the kids responded obediently. After ensuring the children were taken care of, Marissa went downstairs.foxbreakfast, then joined the Sanchez family for the trip to the masterpiece appreciation event organized by Remy. Feeling a bit anxious during the ride, Marissa decided to discreetly send a message to Domenic
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