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, there

used to watch the sunset

lot of neighbors 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

the river, Clarence stared at the

standing

killed by the

could he be

she

to find that Clarence had walked down the steps.

tried to cheer up, walking down

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

in, a knuckled hand was reached

taken aback, looking up at him

“Why are

and then put her

she got in, the boat slightly swayed. She lost her

her waist. After a few seconds, he said,

boat was in the

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

said, “Why are you

Stella couldn’t

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

lips and wanted to explain. The boat swayed again,

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

a glance and

all around. Only the sound of wind blowing

quite clear. They could see groups

hands gently skimming through the water. The cold water

the man’s indifferent voice, “Stella Radomil, you should know -

looking quite confused, “Mr. Conrad, what do

deliberately put on makeup

the right

well, Mr. Conrad, you

at her, his voice becoming colder,

detail-oriented man. How could you

looking in another

skimming the water any longer.

boat was rowed on the river in silence. Nobody

again. The warm sunshine fell