NovelEnglishChapter 862: In the past, when Connor called Marissa "Miss Nash," it was always with a playful glint in his eye, teasing her or flirting, his voice laced with humor and lightheartedness.
But when he addressed her as "Miss Nash" just now, his tone was starkly different-polite, distant, almost as if he were meeting a stranger for the first time.
They all scrutinized Connor's expression, but his face remained impassive, devoid of emotions. Even when he looked at Marissa, his eyes were indifferent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEveryone present assumed Connor was still harboring anger. In fact, they thought he was seething with it. He had divorced Marissa in a fit of rage and now spoke to her with a tone of anger.
Realizing this, Domenic, Marc, and Terry sighed collectively, lowering their heads in resignation. They knew better than to meddle in whatever was unfolding between the two.
Marissa exhaled softly, realizing there was no calming Connor down. "Is there anything else, Mr. Daniels?" she asked, her voice tinged with resignation.
Connor held her gaze for a few moments before grabbing her hand and guiding her firmly into the passenger seat of his car. He slid into the driver's seat and shut the door with a decisive click.
Latest chapters in glovels.☐☐m Marissa frowned, her curiosity piqued. "What do you want?" Connor turned to her, his voice level. "What's your plan for rescuing Tiffany? Didn't you askto help?" "Simple," Marissa replied calmly. "Wait for my message. I'll let you know when Tiffany will be back in Albert and where she'll be. You can pick her up then." Connor raised an eyebrow, surprised. "That's it?" "Yes, that's it," Marissa confirmed, her tone firm.
"Gee!" Connor scoffed. "So you're saying I should just sit and wait to play chauffeur? No involvement beyond that?" Marissa bit her lip, choosing silence. She didn't want to reveal her plan to exchange herself for Tiffany, knowing Connor would try to stop her if he found out.
As the tension lingered in the air, Connor abruptly broke the silence. "I need to know every single detail of your plan. If not, you're not leaving my sight." Marissa furrowed her brows, frustration creeping into her voice. "Connor, con. You can't just strip away my freedom like that." But Connor wasn't backing down. "And what if I do? What are you gonna do? Use the power of Doomsday Base against me?" Marissa's eyes narrowed into a cold glare. She didn't bother to reply, thinking he was still upset and just trying to provoke her. Despite her icy silence, Connor didn't seem fazed. He, too, fell quiet.
After what felt like an eternity, Marissa let out a deep sigh. "Connor, you need to get a grip on yourself. I get that you're upset, but acting like a child isn't going to help." "I'm not acting like a child," Connor shot back, his tone steady.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Didn't you always say Tiffany was my kids' birth mother? If that's true, then I have every right to know everything about her, don't I?
In fact, I have more of a right than you to rescue her and bring her back to reunite with the kids. So why do you think you can with can keep her exact location from me? Why are you so set on excludingfrom the rescue mission?"
Marissa was at a loss for words. It was clear from his tone that Connor now saw Tiffany: Lawrence, and Lindsay as his family, a group he felt compelled to protect. Meanwhile, she had somehow becan outsider. The realization stung, leaving her embarrassed.
After a pause, she sighed, realizing she had no choice. Reluctantly, she began to divulge the details of her plan.
She had expected him to object, but instead, Connor remained calmm muttering under his breath, Just as I thought. He paused, letting out a long breath. "When do you plan to carry this out?"
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