Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

On the second day, when Stella woke up, the sun was shining outside the window.

Yawning, she went downstairs. Faintly, she saw someone sitting in the yard. She didn’t look closer, “Good morning, Ms. Anderson.”

“It’s almost ten o’clock. Morning?”

Stella was shocked.

She rubbed her eyes, only to find that it wasn’t Ms. Anderson who was sitting at the stone table. Instead, it was Clarence who was having breakfast.

Stella was taken aback, “Where is Ms. Anderson?”

“She’s out.”

Stella gaped and said, “Why are you here?”

Clarence turned around and cast her a glance. He said in a flat tone, “Why can’t I be here?”

That made sense.

Anyway, he’s Ms. Anderson’s son. He had proper reasons to be here.

Stella wondered if the mother and the son had been reconciled.

Noticing that Stella’s expression kept changing, Clarence withdrew his gaze, “If you continue getting lost here, you can have lunch directly.”

It wasn’t until now did Stella came back to her senses. She went to the kitchen and got her breakfast.

After sitting opposite Clarence, she found that the sleeves on his white shirt were rolled up. The collar was open slightly. It seemed that he had stayed here overnight.

There were another two or three empty rooms in Ms. Anderson’s house, but Stella was surprised that he directly stayed here overnight. Didn’t they need to calm down their feelings?

Staying in the same house and having breakfast at the same table with him again, Stella had an indescribable feeling.

Clarence put down his spoon, “Can you get full just by staring at me?”

Stella immediately lowered her head, taking sips of the porridge in her bowel.

While she was eating, there were a few knocks on the door. Then, Nathan came in with a suitcase in his hands, “Mr. Conrad, here are your clothes.”

Stella was confused.

She wondered if that meant Clarence would stay here for a long time.

“Put

After nodding at

stopped coughing, “Mr. Conrad... Don’t you

building of the hotel resort will

Stella shut up.

that he could ignore

back home. Clarence was working in the yard. Stella originally wanted to go back to her room and continue with her design. However, as soon as she moved, Clarence

several times, Stella was a bit pissed, “Mr. Conrad, I’m not your

at all,

was speechless for a moment. Then she said, “Mr. Conrad, a moment please,

advantage of the other one, he or she couldn’t criticize the other party or take

After the gathering last night, Evelyn organized a

would take them two days and

Clare can dine out these

long while, “Ms. Anderson, have you resolved the

always talks harshly but he’s soft-hearted.

Stella looked up at the sky. She blinked, and there were no

law? How come God punished her to

weak tone, “Mr. Conrad,

asked, “Can’t

vomit when smelling the

the keyboard. He snapped the laptop, stood up, and walked into

a fish from the bucket, wash it, and grab the kitchen knife aside, ready

and said, “Mr. Conrad, do you know how to deal with

of your business.

to hear it screaming

isn’t a goblin.

three-year marriage, she hadn’t seen Clarence cook in the kitchen once. Comparing dealing with the fish, she’d rather believe that

at

agreed in silence, leaving the

after, she saw waves of black

might think they

of the kitchen with a livid face. A lot of black stains were on his costly

to bite her lower lip, holding back her

her a cold glance,

turned around and strode

any longer. She burst into