Chapter 348 Divorce?

"You always have your own ideas," Conor said, opening his eyes, the depths unreadable. "I'm just too headstrong. If you don't like it, then—mmph!" Stacey's words were cut off as Conor kissed her. She melted into his arms. After a long while, Conor released her. Stacey breathed in the fresh air, furious. "Do you always kiss me like this?" Conor leaned back. "Like what? I used to do it openly." Stacey pursed her lips. "I'm telling you, until we find the traitor, you'd better hold back. If you ruin my plan, I'll really divorce you!" Conor's voice was cold. "I don't want to hear those words." "Divorce, divorce, divorce!" Stacey repeated three times. Conor couldn't argue with her. "Drive us home!" Stacey ordered. "You're blocking the steering wheel," Conor reminded her with a faint smile. "How can I drive?" "You pulled me over here!" Stacey glared at him, completely lacking in menace. Conor smiled and set her back in her seat. Stacey fastened her seatbelt again. "I'm going to