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

at Stella as

directly. After a long while, she stopped coughing, “Mr. Conrad... Don’t you go back

the acquisition and building of the hotel resort will

Stella shut up.

he could

Dolores didn’t come 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 asked her to pour a glass of water for

bit pissed, “Mr.

raise his head at all,

a moment. Then she said, “Mr. Conrad, a

was true that if one took advantage of the other one, he or she couldn’t criticize the other party or

organized a trip for

would take them two days and

and Clare can dine

for a long while, “Ms. Anderson,

Clare always talks harshly but he’s soft-hearted. You and he...

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

guilty, why wasn’t she pushed by the law? How come God punished her to stay with Clarence alone for

tone, “Mr. Conrad, let’s

asked, “Can’t

when smelling

paused his fingers that were dancing on the keyboard. He snapped the laptop, stood up,

fish from the bucket, wash it, and grab the kitchen knife

and said, “Mr. Conrad, do you know

of your

I seemed to hear

isn’t a goblin.

marriage, she hadn’t seen Clarence cook in the kitchen once. Comparing dealing

at her

silence, leaving the

waves of black smoke above the

think they

an hour, Clarence came out of the kitchen with a livid

hard to bite her

her a cold glance, “Sit

and strode

couldn’t help holding back any longer.