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

watch the

of Anqiao Street would play chess or walk around with the caged birds around here. Now since they were gone, it was quiet along the river with only a few passersby and running

at the scenery in distance,

standing behind

killed

he be so

she heard Clarence’s

voice, only to find that Clarence had walked down the steps.

up, walking down the

late level, she looked at

a knuckled hand was reached in

looking up at

of patience, “Why are you standing there motionlessly?

put her hand in his

in, the boat slightly swayed. She lost her balance and fell into his

wrapped his hands around her waist. After a

the boat was in the water, and it swayed quite easily. She couldn’t help fall on

fall into the water, Clarence grabbed her waist and pulled

“Why are you

couldn’t help blaming

and said, “Mister and Ma’am, the wave is a

explain. The boat swayed

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

her a glance and

river. It was quiet all around. Only

They could see groups

her hands gently

she heard the man’s indifferent voice, “Stella Radomil, you

her gaze, looking quite confused, “Mr. Conrad,

on makeup

the right word to

Conrad, you are

turned to look at her, his voice

truly a detail-oriented man. How could you read

looking in another

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

rowed on the

warm sunshine fell