chapter 112: Daddy, Will You Do What I Say?

Stacey's clear eyes twinkled with curiosity, "You don't find my offer tempting?" Tempting? Conor laughed dryly, "Not even a bit." Stacey's brows furrowed, "What do you want then? As long as it's not shady, I can do anything!" "Anything?" Conor gazed at her, face unreadable. After a beat, Stacey slowly nodded. "Alright, here's what I want," Conor said, cupping her chin, "I want you to be my wife forever. You up for that?" "Wha...?" Stacey froze. "Have you lost your mind?" "I lost my love." Conor replied coolly, "No deal without your yes." "Why?!" Stacey was baffled, "I'm offering to cure you, give you a new lease on life, and all I want back is your help to take down Matthew. Why isn't that good enough?" Conor wondered if Stacey was a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Or maybe she was just clueless about emotions. Conor let go of her, sank back into his seat, and closed his eyes. "Hey!" Stacey urged, "What on earth do you mean? Speak up!" But Conor just ignored her. Stace