Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 62:

“I’m having an affair too. I’ve even given birth to two illegitimate children,” Marissa blurted outnoveldrama

The statement stunned both the mediator and Connor, silencing the room. After a moment, the mediator regained her composure, slammed her pen down on the table, and declared, “The mediation is over!”

Marissa and Connor both stood and left the mediation room. As they exited the courthouse, Connor turned to Marissa with a hint of sarcasm. “Two illegitimate children?”

“Yes. They’re a pigeon pair,” Marissa replied

“Why do you ask so many questions? It’s certainly not you!” Marissa retorted sharply, then continued on her way

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“And who is the father?” Connor asked as he hailed a taxi and departed. Connor watched the taxi pull away, feeling an inexplicable pang of jealousy, even though he suspected she was lying about the twins

Marissa was unconcerned with Connor’s feelings. She felt a sense of satisfaction having irritated him, and with the divorce mediation now behind her, she was in high spirits. After grabbing lunch, she headed back to the hospital. Leila was still in the hospital room. Upon seeing Marissa, she greeted her with a bright smile. “You’re back, Tiffany.”

Marissa nodded and asked, “Have you had lunch?”

“Yes,” Leila replied. Then, checking to ensure no one was eavesdropping, she leaned in and whispered, “Tiffany, Mr. Connor Daniels seems to be treating you better than before.”

Marissa simply raised an eyebrow, choosing to remain silent on the matter. Leila continued, “Every time he saw you before, he always looked so cold. If you even brushed against his clothes, he’d snap at you without a second thought. But today, he stepped in and protected you. He even held your hand. That’s quite a shift.”

Marissa listened quietly, recalling details from Tiffany’s diaries. Although Tiffany didn’t mention Connor much, she emphasized that he was her last hope to escape her fate and that she needed to hold on to him. She didn’t seem to harbor any affection for Connor but rather saw him as a means to escape her nightmare. So, she didn’t care much about Connor’s cold and disdainful attitude toward her. It indicated that Tiffany’s decision to flee from the wedding wasn’t because of any feelings toward him

In the subsequent days, Marissa stayed in the hospital to look after Caylee, closely monitoring her condition to determine the right time for surgery. At the same time, she faced her own challenge—an increasing difficulty in sleeping. By the eighth day, the Serene Rest Pill had completely lost its effect, plunging her into relentless insomnia. After a few more restless nights, Marissa felt like she was on the verge of collapse

Her insomnia was peculiar. Conventional sleeping pills had no effect. Only her specially formulated pills provided any relief, and she worried she might not survive until her next batch arrived. As she contemplated drastic measures to get some rest, like knocking herself out, a message from Arabella popped up. “Sweetie, I know you’re busy taking care of your mother. But can you come back to have dinner with me?” It had been two weeks since she’d seen Arabella. Marissa responded immediately, “Okay, Grandma. I’ll come back now.”

After that, Marissa mustered her strength and went to the Daniels Manor. Connor was not at home, so she shared the meal solely with Arabella. Shortly after they finished, Arabella retired for the evening. At that point, Marissa felt utterly drained. Her body desperately needed rest, but sleep eluded her. Plagued by a splitting headache and growing irritability, she was concerned that her restlessness might disturb Arabella. Just as she decided to leave, she encountered Connor returning home. He asked gently, “Where’s Grandma?”

“She’s gone to bed,” Marissa answered

“I’m going to see her now and will talk to you later,” Connor said as he passed by. As Marissa caught a whiff of Connor’s scent, it strangely soothed her like an oasis to a wanderer in the desert. Overcome by an unexpected drowsiness, she followed him, inhaling deeply. To her astonishment, his presence seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her. After a few breaths, she found herself yawning uncontrollably. Oh, God! His scent seemed to magically lull her to sleep

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