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.

“Put it

nodding at Stella as greeting, he turned

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

hurry? Do you think the acquisition and building of the hotel resort will be completed

Stella shut up.

hoped that he

her

Stella was a bit pissed, “Mr.

head at all, “That’s how you thank

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

or she couldn’t criticize the other party or take care of the other party’s

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

them two days

Clare can dine out these

long while, “Ms. Anderson,

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

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

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

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

“Can’t you

when smelling the

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

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

Conrad, do you know how to deal with

your

to hear

fish isn’t a goblin. Why would it

dealing with the fish, she’d rather believe that

at her

in silence, leaving the

after, she saw waves of black

they were cooking using

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

tried hard to bite her

cold

he turned around and strode into

help holding back any longer. She