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.

end of the street,

watch the sunset here every

around here. Now since they were gone, it was quiet along the river with only a few passersby

the river, Clarence stared at

standing

was almost killed

he

she heard Clarence’s voice, “Come

the direction of his voice, only to find that Clarence had walked down the steps. He was

cheer up, walking

looked at the boat that was distanced from

a knuckled hand was reached in front

was taken aback, looking up at him

out of patience, “Why are you standing

put her hand

She lost her

around her waist. After a few seconds,

a few steps back. However, the boat was in

might fall into the water, Clarence grabbed her waist and pulled her

are you acting

couldn’t help

wave is a bit

and wanted to explain. The boat swayed again, making her

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

a glance

rickety and rowed slowly on the river. It was quiet all

quite clear. They could see groups of little

her side of the boat, her hands gently skimming through the water. The cold water made her feel quite

the man’s indifferent voice, “Stella

gaze, looking quite confused, “Mr. Conrad, what do

put on makeup

find the

well, Mr. Conrad,

look at her, his voice becoming colder,

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

ignored her, looking in another

the water any longer. She sat upright on

rowed on the river in silence.

yawning again. The warm sunshine fell on her as if