Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Stella gritted her teeth tightly, wondering if he meant that she was not even a human in his opinion.

Before she retorted, Clarence said flatly, “Change your outfit. Have a walk with me.”

“Didn’t you walk around yesterday?”

“You had meals yesterday. Why would you have meals again today?”

Stella couldn’t find her tongue.

What a jerk!

She hurriedly turned around and smashed her door close. Then she locked it from the inside.

Clarence cast a glance at the lock, raising his head. As if he had thought about something, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

He withdrew his gaze and cleared his throat, “I’ll wait for you downstairs. Hurry up.”

Stella’s unhappy voice was heard from the room, “Got it.”

Could he just stop urging her?

If he was in a hurry, why didn’t he just go himself?

Stella still put on another vintage dress from Dolores, the style of which wasn’t favored by Clarence.

In order to make the wretched man wait longer, she slowly put on makeup.

When Stella walked downstairs, Clarence was standing in the yard with his back towards her. With one hand on the pocket of his suit trousers, he stood upright, talking on the phone in English.

His voice was deep and magnetic with traces of chill, quite pleasant to hear.

Sure enough, the wretched man would always look handsome whenever he was hard working.

Two minutes later, Clarence finished the call. He turned around and looked at Stella, who looked away immediately, “Mr. Conrad, sorry for keeping you wait. I...” she said.

Stella thought that Clarence would mock at her again, but he only put the phone into his pocket and said indifferently, “Let’s go.”

All the neighbors joined Evelyn’s tourist team. Usually, they would be sitting outside their houses or along the rivers. Currently, they were all gone, so the whole street was extremely quiet.

The sunshine covered this ancient long street in peace.

Stella was walking by Clarence’s side, keeping a distance from him. From time to time, she kicked a stone on the ground.

of the street, there was a wide

watch the sunset here

the caged birds around here. Now since they were gone, it was quiet

beside the river, Clarence stared at the scenery in distance,

standing

almost killed

could he

she heard Clarence’s voice, “Come

his voice, only to find that Clarence had walked down the

cheer up, walking

she reached the late level, she looked at the boat that was distanced from the last

a knuckled hand was reached in

aback, looking up at

out of patience, “Why are you

then put her hand in his

in, the boat slightly swayed. She lost

his hands around her waist. After

the boat was in the water, and it swayed quite easily. She

the water, Clarence grabbed her waist

“Why are you

couldn’t help

boatman smiled and said, “Mister and Ma’am, the wave is a bit bigger today. Be careful. Don’t fall into

her lips and wanted to explain. The

sit down. Stella immediately moved away from him, trying her best to distance

a

river. It was quiet all around.

clear. They could see groups

the boat, her hands gently skimming through the water. The cold water made her

was enjoying herself, suddenly she heard the man’s indifferent voice,

confused, “Mr. Conrad, what do you

on

find the

Mr. Conrad,

to look at her,

truly a detail-oriented man. How could you read my mind through such a

her, looking in another

couldn’t enjoy skimming the water any longer. She sat upright on the

the river in silence. Nobody

yawning again. The warm sunshine fell on her as if