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.

hummed, “Put it over

at Stella as greeting, he turned

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

of the hotel resort will be

Stella shut up.

he could ignore her

yard. Stella originally wanted to go back to her room and continue with her design. However, as soon as she moved, Clarence asked her to pour a glass of water

bit pissed, “Mr. Conrad, I’m not

at all, “That’s how

a moment. Then she said, “Mr.

one took advantage of the other one, he or she couldn’t

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

take them two

can dine out these days. Don’t fight

silent for a long while, “Ms. Anderson, have

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

phone, Stella looked up at the sky. She blinked, and there

were guilty, why wasn’t she pushed by the law? How come God punished her

the yard and said in a weak tone, “Mr. Conrad, let’s dine out. Ms. Anderson won’t come

“Can’t

vomit when smelling

He snapped the laptop, stood up, and

saw him take out a fish from the bucket, wash it, and grab the kitchen knife aside,

you know how to deal with a

of your

to hear

was unhappy, “This fish isn’t a

Comparing dealing with the fish, she’d

looked at

in silence, leaving the

waves of black smoke above

think they were cooking

kitchen with a livid face. A lot of black stains

her lower lip, holding

a cold glance, “Sit still.

around and strode

couldn’t help holding back any