Ethan watched them and a hint of disbelief in his heart.
Fearful of being exposed, Stacey clung tightly to Conor's neck, burying her face in his shoulder.
"I'm scared. Put me down," Stacey whispered.
Conor responded with a suggestive smile, "If you're scared, you should be good."
"Stacey is good. Let me go now," Stacey insisted, growing anxious.
Damn it, her son was still there!
"Too late," Conor said, carrying her out of the room.
He took her to her room and set her down.
"Clean your face and brush your teeth by yourself before I come back, and then wait for me in bed, understand?" Conor's manner returned to its usual cold and distant state.
Stacey nodded.
Internally, she was defiant, refusing to comply.
Suddenly, Conor reached out to pinch her face.
Stacey was shocked
