Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

After a week, Stella settled down.

She was in a small town, far less developed, wealthy, crowded, and stunning than City N. However, it wasn’t urbanized, so the unique scenery such as small bridges over the flowing stream remained. The neighborhood was quite harmonious as well. It was quite suitable for living.

When she called Sherry, the latter felt so surprised, wondering why she had left town so suddenly.

As soon as she divorced the man, Stella had been longing to stay in a place where nobody knew her. However, her plan was always delayed by all kinds of things. If it weren’t that Clarence gave her a reason to escape this time, probably she still couldn’t have made up her mind.

She like this town a lot - it was full of fresh air and sunshine. Everyone was warm-hearted and kind.

She also talked to Stanford. Whenever there was any problem relevant to her work, they could talk through the phone. Fortunately, she was only in charge of design drafts now. She could always send him over the finished digital copies.

However, Stella wondered how long the leisure time and peace could last. She knew it clearly - if Clarence wanted to find her, it was just a piece of cake for him.

He hadn’t haunted her down. She guessed it was probably that he still had the last trace of kindness at the bottom of his heart, which woke his conscience up.

Every afternoon, Stella would go to sit on the bench by the river, watching the sun go down. Then she would go home on foot after the sunset.

Her landlady was a weird woman. She looked in her forties or fifties, but she dressed like a seventy- or eighty-year-old. Her tone was always cold when talking. She seldom smiled, and nor did she like the activities such as group dancing, which were the most popular among the elderly. She would read a finance newspaper.

Stella was a bit curious, but she didn’t ask the landlady at all. The landlady stayed on the first floor, and Stella stayed on the second. They could merely disturb each other.

Arriving home, Stella yelled to the house, “Ms. Anderson, I bought a bunch of flowers. Do you have a vase that I could put them in?”

An indifferent female’s voice was heard inside the house, “Look around in the yard.”

There were quite a lot of bottles and jars in the small yard. Stella found one that the flowers could be put in. Then she watered the flowers. Dolores Anderson walked out with a tray in her hands, “Your dinner is in the kitchen. Go get it yourself.”

Stella said with a smile, “Thank you, Ms. Anderson.”

Although they agreed not to disturb each other when signing the agreement, Ms. Anderson would always cook for her when she was preparing the meal.

the dining table, Stella licked her lips and flattered sincerely, “Ms. Anderson, you are such

are

sip

said he’d rather eating the bark instead of eating

Stella was speechless.

was a bit

Anderson, has your son often come back to

while, she answered, “I haven’t seen him for many

years, Ms. Anderson, your cooking skills must have improved a lot. If your son had a chance to eat the dishes you cook, he

He never speaks nicely. I’m afraid that he hates

How could there be any deep hatred between a mother and a son?

Stella could understand a mother more and more. All mothers in this world hoped that their children would be well, and they were

“It’s not that simple.

“I do know!”

away from home? Didn’t you argue with

time, Stella paused for a

“I just ask casually. It’s alright if

parents. My father passed away when giving birth to my younger brother because of the difficult labor. I was three or four at that time. I’ve forgotten what she looked like already. I didn’t run away from home this time,

bowl of fish soup for her, “Enough. I don’t want to hear the

night, Stella lay on the bed. Looking at the

she found that she seemed to

took out her former SIM card from the drawer and put it in her phone. After hesitating for

ended. She said in

“Go ahead.”

hoarse and sleepy. Obviously, he was

I’ve broken our agreement, but

“Beg me for what?”

know I must be quite shameless now, but I think you would