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.

the end of the street, there was a

used to watch the sunset here

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

river, Clarence stared at the

was standing

killed

could he be so

was dizzy, she

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

to cheer up, walking down the

looked at

wondered how she could get in, a knuckled hand was reached in front

taken aback, looking up at

out of patience, “Why are you standing

and then put her hand in

in, the boat slightly swayed. She

her waist. After a few seconds,

was in the water, and it swayed

fall into the water,

you acting so

couldn’t

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

and wanted to explain. The boat swayed

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

her a glance and

all around. Only the sound of wind blowing the branches could

They could

gently skimming through the water. The cold water made her feel quite

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

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

you deliberately put on makeup for

the right word

well, Mr. Conrad,

at her, his voice

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

ignored her, looking in

water any longer. She

on the

warm sunshine fell on her as