Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

After Evelyn was gone, Dolores asked Stella in low voice, “Did you two fight again?”

Stella couldn’t utter a word for a moment.

Was it so obvious?

Her mouth corners twitched, but she couldn’t tell Dolores why they got into a fight. She could lie calmly, “Not really. He might not be in a good mood.”

Dolores heaved a sigh. She could understand, “My son is like this since he was a child. He always has a cold look.”

Stella didn’t speak. Fair enough.

Dolores added, “Okay. Let’s leave him in peace. Time for dinner.”

Shortly after, Clarence came out after changing his clothes. He still looked cold and annoyed as if he was a debtor who failed to get his money.

It was fine when Stella hadn’t known that Clarence was Ms. Anderson’s son. Now, since she had known it, Stella felt quite awkward when having meals with them. She also thought herself an outsider, and she wouldn’t get involved in between them either.

During dinner, Stella carefully studied both. Probably because of their characters, Ms. Anderson and Clarence got along very naturally, without too much concern or the strangeness and indifference of their first encounter not long ago.

In Stella’s opinion, this way was quite good.

She could hardly remember what her mother looked like. She didn’t only forget her mother’s appearance, but also forgot the details when she got along with her mother completely.

If one day, Jeffrey would tell her that she was an orphan and he picked her up from the street, she would believe that.

Recalling her father, Stella was lost in her thought.

Since that night, she didn’t think about her father deliberately, just treating him as a dead person. Probably he had taken the money and gone far away to live a carefree life.

If possible, she hoped that she wouldn’t receive any news from him for the rest of her life.

After dinner, Dolores went into the kitchen to do dishes. When Stella was about to go upstairs, Clarence grabbed her wrist, “Where are you going?”

“Going to bed. Or what? Having a drink?”

frowned unhappily, “Are you truly a pig? You’ve slept for a

him calmly, “Mr. Conrad, what can I do

and answered flatly,

walking with you on the street countless times in recent days. Mr. Conrad, why don’t

“Yes or no?”

utter

was so annoyed by this wretched man, who couldn’t

lifted her

up his lips, following her

home, and it was more lively on the street. Occasionally, some mid-aged women passing by greeted Stella. When they saw the man behind her, they were quite confused. Their gazes swept between them, becoming quite

wished she could find a crack on the

man told the neighbors that he was married, and now she was pregnant. She couldn’t imagine what the

cared about his reputation, seemed not to see those gazes. He still kept calm

roughly walked to the end of the street.

stop

Stella couldn’t suppress anymore. She asked, “Mr. Conrad, may I ask you

“Go ahead.”

your work

his eyes were cold, “What’s

even if we were just acquaintances, there would be rumors since we stayed in the same house. We’ve divorced, so we should keep our distance from each other everywhere... Please don’t take me wrong. I’m not driving you out. Mr. Conrad, you can stay as long as you like. I’ll find a

asked in a cold tone, “When you hit on me,

difficulty, “Mr. Conrad, could you... change your wording? Besides, didn’t we do it based on our willingness? Why do you sound as if

“I dare you.”

he finished his words,

sure you’ve found that it’s quite inconvenient for

“What’s our current relationship?”

“Currently, we’re divorced...”

mercilessly, “Divorced

she could

he speak like a

wasn’t in the mood to