Chapter 308 I Need Rest

Four hours later. The sun was already setting. Stacey looked tired. She nestled in Conor's arms. "You meany! I have plans for tomorrow." "I'll handle it for you," Conor responded, holding her tenderly. Her compliance and charm had quenched half of his anger. Stacey lifted her head, "No, I need to face Naomi in person. If you step in, it will put you in danger, especially with your father's situation still unresolved. You shouldn't appear." Conor's face grew serious, "Then I can't allow you to be in danger either." Stacey smiled slightly, touching his handsome face, "Oh, come on, relax. Do you remember how I dealt with Clara? Naomi is nothing compared to her mother." "You don't understand her." Conor's hand rested on Stacey's waist. "Giving birth to Dene nearly killed her. She treasures her son like a gem. You've taken Dene today, so she won't forgive you." Recalling Conor's experiences, Stacey frowned, "Conor, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a long time."