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

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

of the hotel

Stella shut up.

he

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

times, Stella was a bit pissed, “Mr.

raise his head at all, “That’s

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

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

Evelyn organized a trip

would take them two days and

and Clare can dine out

silent for a long while, “Ms. Anderson, have you resolved the

but he’s soft-hearted. You and he... Forget

looked up at the sky. She blinked, and there

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

back to the yard and said in a weak tone, “Mr.

asked, “Can’t you

vomit when smelling the

were dancing on the keyboard. He snapped the laptop, stood up, and walked into the

him take out a fish from the

Conrad, do you know how to deal with a

of your

I seemed to hear it screaming in

unhappy, “This fish isn’t

Comparing dealing with the fish, she’d rather believe that he

at her

agreed in silence,

of black smoke above the

they were cooking using the

Clarence came out of the kitchen with a livid face. A

tried hard to bite her lower lip, holding back her

cold glance, “Sit still. Don’t

he turned around and strode into his

back any