Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 724:

“Miss Nash, let’s be reasonable. I was simply talking with you. How was I to know you’d suddenly kiss me?

You kissed me suddenly, so I assumed you were interested. If a man is attracted and a woman makes the first move, isn’t it natural for him to respond? If I hadn’t kissed you back, wouldn’t you have thought I wasn’t interested?”

Marissa was rendered speechless again by Connor’s question.

It was hard to believe she had to endure this. She wanted to lash out, but dealing with a shameless scoundrel like Connor left her with few options. noveldrama

Resigned, she shot Connor a fierce glare before turning back to her computer screen and snapped,

“Do you have anything to say? If not, please leave.”

Connor, having won the argument, let out a chuckle. He nonchalantly placed his hands on the back of her chair and leaned in close, but not too close. Her current anger warned him off from invading her personal space.

With a soft, coaxing tone, he asked,

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“What’s your relationship with that man?”

“None of your business,” Marissa shot back, clearly irritated.

Unfazed, Connor continued to ask her gently,

“How long are you planning to dine together?”

“It depends,” she replied curtly.

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on how much we have to catch up on.”

Connor’s mood took a nosedive in an instant.

What did she mean by depending on how much they had to catch up on? Did it imply that if their conversation went well, they would spend the whole night together, and she might come home very late, or perhaps not at all?

The mere thought of her enjoying herself with another man triggered intense feelings of jealousy and possessiveness in him.

Pressing his lips together, he eyed her soft, tempting lips and said,

“Miss Nash, are you angry because my kiss just now didn’t satisfy you?”

Marissa’s fury ignited further, and she turned sharply to scold him. But before she could speak, Connor suddenly leaned in and kissed her hard.

She tried to resist, but he held the back of her head firmly. In a husky voice, he whispered,

“Don’t move. This time I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”

His kiss was like a wave crashing over her, washing away her defenses.

Desperate to fight back but utterly overwhelmed, Marissa found herself swept away by Connor’s relentless embrace and searing kisses rained down on her lips, face, and neck.

Her mind went blissfully blank, her body betraying her, melting against him like warm butter

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