Chapter 36: Mom, You Got It Rough

Stacey's hand was small and delicate, really pretty, with a lovely white and slender look—such a nice hand, yet marked with a bite wound. Did he do this? Was he really capable of being this violent? Stacey woke up all of a sudden, pulling her hand back. Her voice was soft and a bit hoarse from sleep. Conor gently held her head, "Stacey…" Stacey pushed him away, moving back a bit. How could she have fallen asleep? After a night's sleep, Stacey's clothes were a bit messy, her collar slightly open, showing her fair skin and delicate collarbone. Even though her face was ugly, her body was beautifully pale. "Does it hurt?" Conor's voice was rough. He sat against the wall, his hair all over the place, giving off a kind of messy charm, his eyes sharp and deep. Stacey shook her head. "Next time, don't get involved. Stay away from me," Conor said, his look icy. "I can't. I won't," Stacey shot back, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'll take care of you." Conor laughed, then got seri