Chapter 18: Help You Break this habit

Stacey bit her lip. Did he think a fool was easy to push around? He'd see. She faked understanding, nodding her head. Conor lay down. She did, too, but always maintained a certain distance from him. Conor switched off the bedside lamp. In the darkness, his thin lips curved slightly. Although Stacey hadn't said anything, he could sense her keeping her distance. Usually, fools wouldn't have such a distinct sense of gender boundaries. But Stacey did. His suspicion deepened. Stacey pretended to sleep and, to her surprise, quickly fell asleep. After performing surgery that day, she was already worn out. So she fell asleep quickly and slept till late into the night. "Uh!" Conor suddenly made a strange sound. Stacey was instantly wide awake. Then she looked at the edge of the bed. The lamp was on, and Conor was getting up from the floor, his noble, handsome face looking at her sternly, "Stacey." With her innocent blink, Stacey asked, "Conor, how did you end up on the floor?" "Of course, I should be asking you." Conor squinted his eyes, "Did you purposely kick me off?" With her eyes shining like the brightest stars in the night sky, Stacey denied, "It wasn't me." It was her. She wanted him to know that she wasn't a peaceful sleeper and that they should sleep separately. Stacey shivered under his gaze, her body trembling, her voice sobbing, "Do you hate Stacey? Stacey knows everyone dislikes her. Stacey doesn't want to be annoying. Stacey will go sleep with Ethan." She finally found a reason to distance herself from him. She got off the bed, ready to leave. But after a few steps, she suddenly felt a force around her waist. Subconsciously, she turned around, wanting to slap Conor. It was purely instinctive. However, she realized her mistake when her soft palm touched Conor's cold cheek. She was pretending to be a fool. As a result, her hand with momentum ended up on his shoulder. Stacey turned around, hugging him, "You won't kick me out, will you?" Yet, she was filled with regret. How did they end up in an embrace again? Conor was sure that the fleeting sharpness he saw in Stacey's beautiful eyes was undoubtedly a sign she intended to hit him. But what impressed him was how quickly she adapted. She managed to control her hand just an inch away from his cheek—such an intriguing simpleton. "Indeed, I won't let you," Conor said coldly, "I have a way to help you break this habit." "Correct?" Stacey blinked in confusion. Her reaction seemed natural. The next moment, Conor picked her up and placed her on the bed. Stacey tensed up. Conor leaned over her. His handsome and noble face was close, and the pine scent on him grew stronger. Stacey's palms were sweaty. She didn't know what Conor was planning to do. She would ensure he met his maker if he dared to make a move! Well, that's assuming she could outmatch him. However, the next second. Stacey turned her body, her back facing Conor. Then, Conor wrapped his legs around Stacey's, one arm sliding under her slender and fair neck, the other on her waist, holding her soft hands tightly. Stacey couldn't move. Conor's deep, magnetic voice came from above her head, "Sleep." Stacey was speechless. Is this what he meant by "helping" her correct her habit? It terrified her to the core. But this wasn't a correction. It was a clear punishment. She struggled. But she heard Conor threaten, "Don't move around, or I'll throw you out!" Didn't she understand what her movements in his arms implied? Stacey bit her lip. If she weren't pretending to be a fool, she really would ask Conor why his tastes were so peculiar. Stacey's heart was racing like a little drum, making it impossible for her to fall asleep. She had wanted to sleep separately from him And now, it had turned into this. SOS! The next day. After Stacey woke up, she felt sticky all over. Even though it was already autumn and the weather wasn't that hot. But she was sweating all over. It was all Conor's fault. He held her the entire night without moving an inch. And this night, Conor had a peaceful sleep. Smelling Stacey's sweet, clean scent, he had a great sleep. Since Stacey moved in, Conor noticed a significant improvement in his sleep quality. This feeling was very pleasant. However, he couldn't shake off the peculiar feeling of being a male demon who absorbs vitality from others. "I'm going to work," Conor declared, his figure clad in a tailored designer suit, exuding an aura of elite sophistication and elegance. Stacey couldn't be more relieved about him leaving for the day. Of all the people in the house, he was the toughest to fool. His departure would finally give her some respite. Conor gave her a deep, penetrating gaze, a spark of curiosity lighting up his eyes. The moment he was gone, Stacey dashed for the bathroom. She needed a shower! Fresh from the bath, Stacey found Ethan on the couch, messing with her phone. "What are you doing?" Stacey inquired, toweling her hair dry. With only Ethan in the room, there was no need for pretense. "I'm checking for bugs or something in case Conor gets suspicious," Ethan responded cautiously. Stacey ruffled his hair, "Thanks for that." "I've also wiped our information from your phone. He shouldn't be able to find anything," Ethan said, setting down the phone, "Mom, can you handle all this in three months?" His bet with Conor was to reveal his true identity during that period. "Sure, no problem," Stacey nodded. She didn't want the duration to be too long, either. Just then, Stacey's phone rang again. Answering the call, she said, "Hello?" "Miss, your producer called me. There seems to be a problem with your show," Sally informed her. "What happened? Isn't the filming about to start?" Stacey asked, baffled. "The investors backed out, and I don't know why," Sally replied, "She needs you to accompany her to meet the new investors. They want to hear the selling points of the script directly from you." "Okay, that works," Stacey nodded. "I'll be waiting for you at our usual spot," Sally said, chuckling. "Alright," Stacey ended the call. She turned to look at Ethan. Ethan stood with his hands on his hips, "So, could you use your darling son's help now?" "Yes," Stacey nodded. "Then you shouldn't ever bring up the idea of sending me back," Ethan stated, "I won't leave you alone here, Mom. I promise to protect you."