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.

street, there

the

the caged birds around here. Now

at the scenery in distance, lost

was standing behind him,

killed

could he be so

was dizzy, she heard

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

tried to cheer up,

the late level, she looked at the boat that was

get in, a knuckled hand

was taken aback, looking up at

seemed to be out of patience, “Why are you

then put her hand in

slightly swayed. She lost

around her waist. After a few

hurriedly took a few steps back. However, the boat was in

Stella thought that she might fall into the water, Clarence grabbed her waist and

said, “Why are you acting so fiercely? Move

Stella couldn’t

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

lips and wanted to explain. The boat swayed again,

away from him, trying her best to distance from him as far as

her a glance and

rickety and rowed slowly on the river. It was quiet all around. Only the sound of wind blowing

could see groups of little

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

enjoying herself, suddenly she heard the man’s indifferent voice, “Stella Radomil, you should know - I’m working, not

gaze, looking quite confused, “Mr. Conrad,

you deliberately put on

couldn’t find the

well, Mr. Conrad,

her, his voice becoming

man. How could you read my mind through such a small

looking

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

was rowed on the river

sunshine fell on her as if