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

nodding at Stella as greeting, he

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

and building of the

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

bit pissed, “Mr. Conrad, I’m not

didn’t raise his head at all,

a moment. Then she said, “Mr. Conrad, a moment please, I’ll get

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

almost noon, Dolores finally called Stella. After the gathering last night, Evelyn organized a trip

would take them two days and

“Stella, you and Clare can dine out these

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

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

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

why wasn’t she pushed by the law? How come God punished her to

to the yard and said in a weak tone, “Mr. Conrad, let’s

“Can’t

when smelling

on the keyboard. He snapped the laptop, stood up,

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

said, “Mr. Conrad, do you know

of your

I seemed to hear

“This fish isn’t a goblin. Why

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

at

agreed in silence, leaving

of black

neighbors might think they were cooking using

less than half an hour, Clarence came out of the kitchen with a

hard to bite her

cold glance, “Sit still.

and

back any