Marissa said, “Then, please send a message to Connor for me…”
After visiting Arabella, Connor descended the stairs. Domenic quickly approached him, saying, “Mr. Daniels, Dr. Riss has sent a new message.”
Connor paused and asked, “What is it?”
Domenic was visibly flustered. Whenever Dr. Riss’ name came up, he broke out in a sweat. “Dr. Riss claims she can treat Glenn’s legs, but… she needs to use your body for some time.”
Connor’s brow creased in confusion. “What does that mean?”
As Domenic wiped his brow and felt his pulse race, he managed to say, “She intends to spend the night with you. Dr. Riss added that she plans to sleep with you tonight. She’s expecting your response and is quite urgent about it.”
The silence that filled the room after Domenic stopped talking was profound. Who would have imagined that the renowned Dr. Riss would make such a direct proposition to Connor? Connor’s lips were pressed together, and he remained silent for a long time
Suddenly, Terry burst into laughter and exclaimed, “I saw it coming. Why else would Dr. Riss keep provoking Mr. Daniels? She was obviously playing hard to get, aiming to win Mr. Daniels’ heart. It appears my suspicions were correct. She really wants to sleep with Mr. Daniels.” After laughing, he looked at Connor and added, “Mr. Daniels, you should go ahead. If things work out with you and Dr. Riss, that village girl won’t stand a chance.”
“Shut up,” Marc replied swiftly, kicking Terry. “Who knows how many men Dr. Riss has used this tactic on? It’s likely she’s done this more than once with different men. She could be quite promiscuous. Mr. Daniels might just be another one on her list. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for him if he actually went to sleep with her?”
“You’re right.” Terry rubbed the back of his head and then turned to Connor. “I apologize, Mr. Daniels. I didn’t think things through earlier. I just wanted that village girl to back off.”
Connor, unaffected by his naive bodyguards, cast his gaze downward and pondered for a moment. Then he instructed Domenic, “Book a room.”
The three simple words shocked Domenic. “Mr. Daniels, if you need Riss to fix Glenn’s legs, we have other ways to persuade her. You don’t need to degrade yourself by sleeping with her. Marc’s right. She is likely quite promiscuous. It would be degrading for you to sleep with her.”
With a stoic demeanor, Connor faced Domenic and questioned, “Do I need your advice on how to handle my affairs?”
Domenic shivered in fear. “I’ll book the room immediately!”
Meanwhile, after texting Ferris, Marissa waited anxiously on the grass for a response. She wasn’t very hopeful. How could Connor, known for his cool demeanor, so readily agree to such a proposal? She was overwhelmed and irrational when she made that rash statement. Surely, Connor would refuse and be even more furious. He might even be more eager to find her so he could lash out at her to release his anger
When Marissa was still engrossed in her thoughts, Ferris replied, “Riss, Connor has agreed. The hotel room has already been booked. He also sent the hotel address and room number.”
Marissa was astounded. Connor had actually agreed. He must really care about his brother to sacrifice his dignity like this. Still reeling from the shock, she saw Connor exit the building. Was he heading to the hotel? She couldn’t just stay there. She had to get ready for their meeting immediately! With that thought, she sprang up and dashed out of the Daniels Manor like a startled rabbit
Domenic held the door of the Rolls-Royce open, waiting for Connor to climb in. Yet, Connor didn’t hurry. Instead, he turned to gaze at the dimly lit grassy expanse. There, he caught a glimpse of a slim figure darting away and allowed himself a small smile. It was only when the figure vanished into the darkness that he redirected his attention and stepped into the car, bound for the Palace Hotel
Marissa first went back to her flower shop. After changing her appearance, she hailed a taxi to the Palace Hotel. To ensure Connor wouldn’t recognize her, she donned a golden suit and a matching mask, pulling her long hair back in a tight bun. This outfit made her appear very sharp and professional, a drastic change from her usual casual attire
Upon her arrival at the Palace Hotel, she headed directly to the presidential suite on the top floor, following the address Ferris had provided. As she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Domenic, Marc, and Terry standing guard outside the door. Pushed to her physical limits and feeling particularly irritable, Marissa had little patience for the three people guarding the door. As she approached, the guards straightened, prepared to intercept her, but she simply tossed her certificate at them and barged into the suite like a whirlwind
Domenic, Marc, and Terry were momentarily speechless. They quickly checked her certificate, confirming it indeed belonged to Riss. It was a Special Talent Certificate, lacking a photograph but equipped with advanced security features. No one could forge it
Marc couldn’t help but laugh. “Riss sure is eager to sleep with Mr. Daniels, isn’t she?”
Terry rubbed his nose. “What’s that perfume she’s wearing? It smells incredible. Doctors usually prefer the smell of disinfectant, right? Seems like miracle doctors have a unique taste.”
Marc teased again, “Even though Riss’ mask conceals her face, her presence is unmistakably elegant, and her figure is dignified. Even if she’s a dissolute woman, she’s definitely worth Mr. Daniels’ time.”
Domenic shook his head and then said sternly, “Enough with the chatter! We don’t fully know Riss’ motives. Stay vigilant and keep your ears open for any signs of trouble inside. If Mr. Daniels faces any danger, we’re going in immediately!”
Marissa entered the room and quietly shut the door behind her. Turning around, she caught sight of Connor seated on the sofa, his gaze lifting to meet hers. She blinked, her nerves fluttering. Connor had just showered. He had swapped his sharp black suit for a dark blue loungewear set, and his slightly damp hair added to his alluring appearance
Feeling a rush of embarrassment, Marissa swallowed, feeling heat rise in her cheeks even behind her mask. The room was silent. Connor, sitting gracefully, looked at Marissa from head to toe and then said with a smile, “Doctor Riss?”
“Mm.” Marissa nodded
Connor glanced at his watch and let out another chuckle. “Dr. Riss, you mentioned wanting to sleep together and seemed quite urgent, yet you’re two hours late. Did you have to travel from another city? All that just to be with me?”
Regardless of his teasing, Marissa kept her silence. Her patience was running thin, and she couldn’t stay up any longer. She stepped closer to Connor. The nearer she got, the more intoxicating his scent became, intensifying her longing for restful sleep. She couldn’t hold back anymore
Without letting Connor utter another word, she seized his collar and pulled him towards the bedroom. Despite her slender frame, her grip was strong. With a determined push, she threw Connor onto the bed and then pounced on him
Connor was stunned. He had never anticipated such boldness from this woman…
Connor never expected things to turn out this way. He cradled Riss’ delicate body in his arms, feeling as though he was being zapped by electricity. His entire body went numb, and his thoughts seemed to slow down. He was at a loss about what to do next. When he regained his composure, the woman didn’t take things further. Instead, she pressed against him, turned to her side, and clung to his arm without moving
He glanced at her, puzzled, and realized she was sleeping soundly. She appeared utterly exhausted and had fallen asleep almost instantly, using his arm as a pillow. Her fingers clung tightly to his sleeve, as if fearing he might slip away. Yet, she made no further moves. Was this her idea of sleeping with him? He then realized he had completely misinterpreted her intentions. Could he somehow have a hypnotic effect on her?
As understanding dawned, he chuckled at himself. What had he been expecting? Instead of moving away, he calmly sent a text to Domenic. “Is Riss’ identity confirmed?”
At that moment, Domenic, Marc, and Terry were pressing against the door, straining to hear any sounds from inside. When they heard the thud of someone hitting the bed, they exchanged worried looks, debating whether to intervene
If they didn’t enter, they feared Connor might be in harm’s way. But barging in during a potentially intimate moment could lead to an awkward situation and possibly upset Connor. While they hesitated, Domenic’s phone buzzed with Connor’s message. He glanced at the screen, shared a look with the two bodyguards, and quickly responded, “Her identity’s confirmed. It’s definitely Doctor Riss.”
After replying, Domenic waited anxiously for further instructions from Connor. But time passed without any new messages. The three continued to stand guard outside, listening intently but hearing no sounds from the room
Meanwhile, Connor began to take action inside the room. The woman slept deeply, her chest rising and falling with each breath. In her slumber, she seemed completely harmless. Could she really be so comfortable sleeping next to a man she didn’t know? Or perhaps she trusted that he would not harm her?
She had arrived wearing a mask, clearly not wanting her identity known. Yet, here she was, asleep beside him on the bed, where he could easily remove her mask. With that thought, he smiled again and reached out to remove her mask. He was eager to discover whether the mysterious and cunning doctor was actually Marissa. But as he touched the mask, he realized he couldn’t remove it. He paused, then carefully propped himself up, gently turned her head, and inspected the mask from all angles. After the examination, he realized something
The mask wasn’t just any mask-it was equipped with a high-tech electronic password lock. Without the password, his only option to remove it would be to cut it off. He attempted to hack the password lock system, hoping to bypass it. Despite his efforts and considerable hacking skills, which ranked among the top ten globally, the mask’s firewall proved too robust. After numerous failed attempts, he had to admit defeat
He chuckled bitterly to himself. His hacking skills, while impressive, had been bested on two occasions involving Riss. Previously, he hadn’t been able to determine who hacked the hospital’s surveillance system. Now, he couldn’t crack the mask’s password lock. Dr. Riss was truly remarkable. He wondered which world-class hacker she had enlisted to work for her
Feeling a surge of frustration, he might have lost his mind, because suddenly, he tore open her clothes and even pulled off her pants
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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