NovelEnglishChapter 154: Upon hearing the n"Tiffany," Marissa sat upright. In the dim, soft orange glow, Connor appeared utterly composed. He didn't even glance up but continued typing on his keyboard, his voice even and calm "Everyone assumes I agreed to marry Tiffany because my grandmother pressured me. That's only partly true. The other reason was Tiffany herself. She tried for a long tto winover, but when she couldn't, she knelt beforeone day, poured out her heart, and pleaded for my help. She toldshe could no longer bear living with the Nash family and that marryingwas her only chance at a fresh start. But she admitted she wasn't worthy of me, didn't genuinely love me, and merely sought to use my status to escape her predicaments. She proposed a deal: we would marry, and she would devote herself to caring for my grandmother. It would last one year. After that, we'd discreetly divorce and go our separate ways. At that time, my grandmother's health was failing, and true enough, Tiffany's presence might bring her joy and aid in her recovery. After considering everything, I accepted the arrangement." Marissa, puzzled by this revelation, asked, "If you had this agreement, why did she flee the wedding?" "I've been wondering that myself, but honestly, I'm not interested enough to look into it. To me, Tiffany is irrelevant. I'm not going to trouble myself with her affairs. Had Tiffany not vanished on our wedding day, and had my grandmother not been critically ill, I would never have mistaken you for her and brought you back here." At that moment, Connor finally lifted his head to meet Marissa's gaze. “I'm telling you this to make sure you understand that after she ran away from the wedding, the only thing connecting her tois you, Marissa. She's my wife's sister. Do you get what I'm saying?" Marissa grasped his meaning, yet she couldn't linger on the thought. Her mind was preoccupied with worries about Tiffany. She had a strong desire to locate her and unravel the conspiracy threatening their family After a brief pause, Connor added, "If you remain silent, I'll take it you didn't grasp my point. So, I'll be straightforward. You can rejectfor any reason you like, but let it not be because of Tiffany. She shouldn't stand in our way." "I'm going to sleep now," Marissa said, quickly slipping under the quilt and falling silent. Her emotions were in turmoil. She and Connor had been thrust into a bizarre marriage based on misunderstandings and had maintained it out of necessity. The expected course would have been to divorce, terminate their partnership, and sever all ties Marissa couldn't tell if he had truly fallen for her or if he just wanted to sleep with her. Yet, his confession had been so heartfelt. The thought of entangling their lives further frightened her, so she pushed it from her mind, closed her eyes, and drifted toward sleep. At that moment, drowsiness embraced her From behind her, Connor's voice softly broke the silence. “Good night." The following morning, as Marissa opened her eyes, she found Connor still perched on the sofa. However, his demeanor had shifted-gone was the sullen anger, replaced by a serene calmness. He looked surprisingly composed and in high spirits. He had already dressed for the day in a formal black suit and tie, which, paired with leather shoes, accentuated his handsfeatures. Reflecting on the events of the previous night made Marissa flush with embarrassment. She stole a quick glance at him and then averted her eyes In contrast, Connor seemed utterly at ease. Flashing a smile, he said, “Tto get up. Grandma is waiting for you downstairs."
The mention of Arabella spurred Marissa into the bathroom to freshen m up. When she returned her eyes caught several peculiar objects scattered around the room. Puzzled, she looked at Connor and asked, "What's all this?"
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