Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

“Happy third anniversary, get home earlier, I’ve prepared a surprise for you, you would like it.” After sending that message, Stella Radomil put down her phone and entered the kitchen once again. She turned down the flame of the stove and went to cut the vegetables, enjoying getting busy, as if the reply for the message that she would never get did not affect her mood at all.

The housemaid interrupted her and said, “Let me help you, missus.”

“It’s alright, go mind your own thing. I want to make dinner for him tonight on my own.” The housemaid looked envious and said. “You and Mr. Conrad really love each other.” Stella let out a smile and did not reply. Did she and Clarence Conrad really love each other? Or should she say, they were just acting?

Clarence reached home at 7pm and the housemaid was sensible enough to leave. As soon as Stella just finished arranging the bowls and chopsticks, she could sense the man’s warm breaths from behind. Her chin was clamped and she was forcibly kissed on the lips. Feeling startled, she pushed him away.

Clarence put his hand around her waist and pinched her chin. He narrowed his dark eyes and said indifferently, “Didn’t you want this by deliberately asking me to come back?” Stella explained softly, “No. Today’s our third wedding anniversary. I really do have gifts to give you.”

Clarence released her and tidied his slightly wrinkled shirt, saying blandly, “You don’t have to give me any gifts. Your surprise never gives me joy but shock.” The corner of Stella’s lips twitched. She did not retort but turned around and entered the kitchen. The last dish was placed on the table shortly.

Stella sat opposite Clarence and poured red wine into his glass. She then poured for herself too. She took the glass and said, “To our third wedding anniversary, cheers.” Clarence’s facial features looked fabulous and mature under the light. He had mesmerizing jawline and straight nose. His slightly pursed thin lips implied that he was not satisfied of the wedding anniversary dinner which took place only between them.

finished, she poured the second glass, one glass after the next. At last, she was slightly drunk. She lied on the table and looked at the man opposite her who had not shown any change

want me to do? Acting crazy with you or celebrate this freaking boring

be boring? How many anniversaries would you have throughout your

glass and there were some tears in her eyes

with annoyance. As he was going to unbutton his shirt, a pair of soft hands surrounded his waist from his back and the smell of alcohol flooded him. Stella said, “Relax, I’ve not given you my gift yet…” Clarence turned around and

to admit, the woman before him was indeed

there were her lips drenched by red wine. They were red and alluring. When she was moving her hands into his shirt, he almost immediately raised her chin and kissed her lips hard without

around his neck. Clarence placed his hands at her sides and raised his eyebrow, as if he was teasing her

you know when a

bit his lips and the rusty smell of the blood spread

extend his hand to take something out of the bedside cabinet, Stella spoke abruptly, “Clarence, let’s divorce.” He who was hovering above her stopped. “What did you

the money. Her tricks had kept on evolving. “I don’t want a single penny.” Stella took out a