Chapter 24: Matthew Brooks

Stacey looked at him blankly, indicating her lack of comprehension. Captivated by her dark yet vulnerable eyes, Conor said, "Alright, cut it out. We'll clean up when we get back home." "Sure thing," Stacey pretended to be obedient. As Conor looked at her, he found her pitiful and cute, like a small critter pretending to be innocent. Why was he so cold and distant as soon as he put on a mask? As Charlotte, she was distant and aloof. As Aurelia, she was confident and full of personality. Only when she became his wife, Stacey, did she become so tame and compliant. Stacey thought to herself that Brysen wouldn't give up until he rescued Luna. Suddenly, a large shadow loomed over her, startling her. Conor's cold, handsome face was inches away, his scent of cedar intoxicating. For a moment, she thought Conor was going to kiss her. She pulled back, pushing against his chest. "Buckle up," Conor said with a slight smirk. Then she heard a click as he fastened her seatbelt. Sta