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

nodding at Stella

a long while, she stopped coughing, “Mr. Conrad... Don’t you

acquisition and building of the hotel

Stella shut up.

that he could ignore her

come back home. Clarence was working in the yard. Stella originally wanted to go back to her room and continue with her

a bit pissed, “Mr.

all, “That’s

she said, “Mr. Conrad,

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

gathering last night, Evelyn organized a trip for their mid-aged neighbors. They were

take them two days and one

dine out these days. Don’t fight

long while, “Ms.

soft-hearted.

at the sky. She blinked, and there

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

tone, “Mr. Conrad, let’s dine out. Ms. Anderson won’t

“Can’t

vomit when smelling

dancing on the keyboard. He snapped the laptop,

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

Conrad, do you

of your

to hear it

fish isn’t

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

looked at

agreed in silence,

she saw waves of black smoke above

think they were cooking using

an hour, Clarence came out of the kitchen with a livid face. A lot of black

bite her lower lip,

her a cold glance, “Sit

he turned around and

back any longer. She