Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

With the bank card in his hands, Jeffrey went downstairs happily. Suddenly, a black Rolls Royce was pulled over right in front of him.

The door of the car was opened. Clarence got off with a cold look. He cast Jeffrey a glance, his eyes full of fury.

Jeffrey shivered, taking a few steps back. When he was about to explain, Clarence bypassed him and strode into the lobby of the hotel.

Nathan followed him hurriedly. After receiving a call, he got the exact location, “Mr. Conrad, the ninth floor.”

Without any stop, Clarence walked towards the elevator directly.

Seeing that, the receptionist asked, “What are you doing...”

Right then, the manager of the hotel trotted over, shaking his head at her desperately.

Arriving on the ninth floor, Clarence’s men rapidly controlled the two men at the door. Clarence looked at the hotel manager who followed them and said in a cold tone, “Open the door.”

“Yes. Yes.”

The hotel manager didn’t dare to delay at all. In a panic, he opened the door of the room.

In the room, Stella was sitting next to the bed, her eyes blank and her clothes messy.

When the door was open, she looked as if she had returned to her senses, pinching the ashtray with the bloodstain in her hands tightly.

When Clarence’s figure appeared in her sight, Stella was in a daze as if she hadn’t expected that she would see him here.

Clarence stood motionlessly. Without looking back, he ordered, “Wait at the door.”

Nathan answered, “Yes, Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence took off his jacket, walked over, and squatted down in front of Stella. Then he put his jacket on her shoulders and tried to reach the ashtray in her hands.

She didn’t release, gazing at him.

Clarence said, “I’m here. It’s alright.”

Stella didn’t utter a sound.

She didn’t mean it.

if she should also take the chance and knock it on his head

his fingers and opened her hands. Then he tossed the ashtray away, picked

he paused a bit. He looked back at

Nathan nodded.

the car, Stella kept silent. She

the backseat and said to the driver,

in conditional reflex, “No, I

looked down

realized that she seemed to overreact. Wrapping herself more tightly, she mumbled, “Have you said we’ll go there tomorrow? You can’t break

utter a word for a moment. How could she misunderstand that he came all the way here just for doing

and said in

they didn’t make it clear that where he should drive to. In such a tense atmosphere, he didn’t have the guts to ask clearly.

in the corner. She didn’t know why but she felt dizzier and had a weird reaction in

of the window,

glanced at her, “Where is your

her head, “Forget it. I don’t have a home. I have

mood to talk to her

half an hour, the Rolls Royce parked at Starry

of the car,

her, “Why are

Stella was speechless.

thought, she’d rather

a voice from aside, “Excuse me, Mrs. Conrad. Please

Clarence’s private

“Thank you, Doc...”

weakened. She saw black. When she was about to faint, the man walking in front of them suddenly turned back and carried her in his arms, walking towards the

open her eyes, “I didn’t ask you to hold

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

...

the door and reported, “Mr. Conrad, there’s nothing serious about Mrs.

on the bed. With a frown, he asked, “Why

Mrs. Conrad’s status, I think it’s because she had

“Also?”

trace. If you are afraid it