NovelEnglishChapter 523: When Connor opened the breakfast bag, Domenic peered over curiously. He noticed that the bag contained only a few simple, common items and raised his eyebrows slightly, a barely noticeable gesture.
That morning, Domenic had purchased an extravagant breakfast for Connor, who had claimed he had no appetite. Now, faced with a modest breakfast that cost merely three dollars, it seemed unlikely that Connor would touch it.
Connor was extremely particular about his food; it had to be not only delicious but also visually appealing. He would rather skip a meal than settle for anything less.
Yet, just as Domenic was mulling over this, he watched as Connor pulled out the milk from the bag, inserted a straw, and began to drink. Connor, nonetheless, seemed to enjoy the simple fare.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a few sips, he grabbed the sandwich, took a hearty bite, and appeared to relish it, showing no signs of disinterest or difficulty.
Domenic's eyes widened in disbelief. Was this the sConnor he knew? Connor, who was raised in luxury, had never before indulged in such inexpensive fare! As Domenic was still grappling with his shock, he heard Connor complaining to Marissa, "Why didn't you cback earlier? I had been waiting so long, I was almost starving." Find what you love at gVlnovs.☐☐☐ It dawned on Domenic that Connor hadn't refused the lavish breakfast due to a lack of appetite; he had been waiting for Marissa to return with breakfast.
Realizing this, Domenic shook his head in mute disbelief. Connor's affection for Marissa was so profound that Domenic suspected Connor would gladly eat anything she provided, even dog food.
It wasn't that Connor had overchis fastidious eating habits; he simply set them aside in Marissa's presence. It was astonishing to see the usually formidable Connor so deeply enamored.
As he pondered this, Domenic couldn't resist sizing Connor up once more and then resumed his internal monologue. Connor now seemed to have adopted many of Marissa's characteristics.
His expressions, the tone of his voice, even his gestures were increasingly mirroring hers.
Domenic remembered the previous night when Connor had reprimanded Mare and Terry. Leaning casually against the wall, munching on a bun, he had looked just like Marissa. Connor probably hadn't noticed how much he had begun to emulate her.
"Oh, man," Domenic sighed inwardly. He found himself thinking mockingly about Connor's loss of self, deeming him a pathetic man.
Just as Domenic was caught up in his thoughts, Connor's voice snapped him back to reality. "Do you still have something to say?" Domenic quickly responded, "No, nothing at all." "If there's nothing, then go out," Connor instructed.
"Yes, Mr. Daniels!" Domenic gathered the documents and hastened out of the room. However, he had only taken a few steps when Connor called out from behind, “Has Bubeen rescued yet?" "The maintenance workers are urgently repairing the elevator. Mr. Hoffman will be rescued soon," Domenic informed him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Oh," Connor replied nonchalantly. “Tell the maintenance workers there's no rush. They can take their time.” Domenic's lips twitched at the realization of Connor's true intent. It was evident that Connor wanted Buto remain trapped in the elevator for a while longer so that Buwouldn't disturb his private twith Marissa. His preference for Marissa's company over his friend's predicament was strikingly clear.
After Domenic's departure, only Marissa and Connor were left in the office. Connor savored his breakfast while Marissa rested her elbows on the table, watching him eat with her chin in her hands.
Watching him, she let out a large yawn. She had felt sleepy until she was close enough to smell his scent, which suddenly made her overwhelmingly drowsy. Struggling against her sleepiness, she fixed her gaze on Connor, hoping he would finish quickly so they could head to the lounge to sleep.
Connor noticed her obvious yearning for sleep and chuckled. Just the day before, he had playfully called her a bad woman, and now it seemed apt. Marissa rarely sought him out unless she needed him to accompany her to sleep. She had been busy the previous night and had slept at all.
Now, here she was, offering a simple three-dollar breakfast as a peacen offering hoping it would be enough to persuade him to sleep with her. He teased her, unable to resist. "Miss Nash, do you think you can trade a cheap breakfast for my company?"
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