NovelEnglishChapter 548: The instant Connor laid eyes on Marissa, he felt a strong urge to impress her, his smile tinged with caution.
He had just discovered that the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base, known as Black Mallow, was none other than his own wife. Black Mallow's identity was one of great significance, commanding respect from countless influential figures. Her title was even more daunting than that of the mercenary queen, Black Snake.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlthough Black Snake was a famous and feared figure, she was a solitary hero, lacking the support of a formidable force, which made her seem less influential in comparison.
On the other hand, Black Mallow was set to inherit the leadership of the Doomsday Base and one day command one of the most powerful martial arts organizations in the world.
In essence, Black Mallow had the loyalty of many Black Snakes, each ready to follow her orders. If Black Snake was akin to a valiant female general, then Black Mallow was akin to a queen who reigned over many such generals. Thus, challenging such a woman seemed unthinkable.
Before meeting Marissa, Connor could never have imagined that the woman he had married held such tremendous power. The realization was so astonishing that it bordered on surreal.
Lost in his thoughts, he was jolted back to the present by Marissa's voice, laced with annoyance. "Connor, will you stay by my side while I sleep or not?" Regaining his composure, Connor quickly closed the distance between them. Though he stood a head taller than Marissa and had to look down to see her, his presence seemed to shrink in her company, as if he were a knight in the presence of his queen.
Marissa was oblivious to the turmoil churning inside him. As she lifted her gaze to look at him, her eyes sparkled with irritation. “I told you, I'm exhausted. Why the delay?" "It's my fault, totally my fault," Connor said with an apologetic smile. He then stooped down, effortlessly lifting her into his arms, and declared, "Let's go to sleep right now." As the pair vanished from sight, Mare and Terry watched, their lips curling involuntarily. They exchanged amused glances, commenting on the couple's blatant disregard for decorum.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, Mare's expression shifted to one of realization. "Terry, did you notice something off about Mr. Daniels just now?" Terry, pondering deeply, nodded. "Yes, he did seem a bit off." The two bodyguards rubbed their chins in unison, both sensing something amiss with Connor but unable to pinpoint what it was, which left them scratching their heads in confusion.
Meanwhile, Connor was unconcerned with the bodyguards' bewilderment. He carried Marissa to the lounge and gently placed her on the bed. She was fresh from a shower, her skin fragrant with the scent of body wash. As he laid her down, he couldn't help but plant a soft kiss on her cheek.
Marissa's expression soured instantly. "Connor, how many times must I tell you? Don't kisscasually!" She paused, her tone still firm when she continued, "And stop carryingaround so casually. We were right outside the office, and Mare and Terry saw everything. What if one of the secretaries had seen us? What would they think?" Connor chuckled softly. "Mrs. Daniels, you were urgingto sleep with you. If I hadn't given you a kiss or hadn't carried you, wouldn't that makeseem less of a gentleman?" Marissa, caught off guard, realized she often lacked tact in her speaking when she urged him to sleep with her. Blushing with a mix of embarrassment and irritation, she nudged him away. "Go take a shower!" "No need," Connor replied nonchalantly. He then lay down next to her without another word.
Marissa stared at him, perplexed. "Didn't you tellyou're obsessed with cleanliness and can't sleep unless you've showered?" Connor turned to face her, grinning. "I took one this morning. I don't need another just because I had breakfast."
Marissa pursed her lips and decided to drop the subject. As she inhaled his familiar scent, a wide yawn V.e escaped her, signaling her deep m tiredness. She drew the blanket up to her chin, wrapped her arm around Connor's arm, and drifted off.
Connor watched her peaceful expression for a moment before softly breaking the silence. "Marissa, do you think there's any chance your organization could broker a peace with the Peridot Consortium?"
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