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

she stopped coughing, “Mr. Conrad... Don’t you go back to

hurry? Do you think the acquisition and building of the hotel resort

Stella shut up.

hoped that he

her room and continue

bit pissed, “Mr. Conrad, I’m

his head at all, “That’s how you thank

said, “Mr. Conrad, a moment please,

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

noon, Dolores finally called Stella. After the gathering last night, Evelyn organized a trip for their mid-aged neighbors.

two days and one

can dine out these days.

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

or less. Clare always talks harshly but he’s soft-hearted. You and he... Forget it. Wait

up at the sky.

How come God punished her to stay with

“Mr.

“Can’t

when smelling

keyboard. He snapped

Stella followed him in, she saw him take out a fish from the bucket, wash it, and grab the

said, “Mr. Conrad, do you know how

of your

seemed to hear it screaming

was unhappy, “This fish isn’t a goblin. Why would

in the kitchen once. Comparing dealing with the fish,

looked at her

in silence, leaving the kitchen

of black

neighbors might think they

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

bite her lower lip, holding back

her a cold glance, “Sit still. Don’t

turned around and strode into his

back any