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

slightly. After nodding at Stella as

was choked up directly. After a long while, she stopped coughing, “Mr.

think the acquisition and building of the hotel resort will be completed within one or

Stella shut up.

that he could

was working in the yard. Stella originally wanted to go back to her

times, Stella was a bit pissed, “Mr.

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

a moment. Then she said, “Mr. Conrad,

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

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

would take them two days and

can dine out these days.

a long while, “Ms. Anderson, have you

always talks harshly but he’s soft-hearted. You and he... Forget it. Wait until I go

at the sky. She blinked, and there were no tears in her

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

weak tone, “Mr. Conrad, let’s dine out. Ms.

“Can’t

when smelling the

keyboard. He snapped the laptop, stood up, and

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

said, “Mr. Conrad, do you

of your

I seemed to hear it screaming in

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

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

at her

silence,

waves of black smoke

neighbors might think they

of the kitchen with a livid

hard to bite her lower lip, holding

cast her a cold glance, “Sit still. Don’t

and strode into his

help holding back any longer.