Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again
Chapter 92: Are You a Turtle? Moving So Slowly
Clarence didn’t spare her a glance. Withdrawing his hand, he strode on the step.
Stella followed him for a few steps. Then she asked, “Mr. Conrad, do you want to go to any other places? If not, I gotta go home.”
“Hasn’t anyone told you to exercise more after being pregnant?”
Stella answered seriously, “My doctor told me to have more rest, leaving those disgusting people and matters alone.”
Clarence cast her an indifferent glance.
“Of course, I feel physically and mentally delighted with being with you, Mr. Conrad. Where else do you want to go? Let’s go there and come back as soon as possible. Otherwise, it’ll get dark soon.”
Looking at her hypocritical smile, Clarence snorted, “Nowhere.”
Stella exhaled. She was delighted.
It seemed the way back was shorter than the way when they came here. Shortly, they arrived at the door of the house.
Stella said, “Mr. Conrad, I’m going upstairs. If you need anything, please let me know.”
As she spoke, she trotted away before Clarence answered.
Back to her room, Stella sat in front of the bed. She opened the draft, ready to continue drawing. However, she raised the pen but couldn’t make a brush after a long time.
Currently, the scene that Clarence was standing in the stern of the boat and reading out his hand to her flashed through her mind.
...
After the last brush, Stella signed her name on it.
She put down and stretched. Sherry’s call was coming in.
Sherry said, “Hello, Stella, my darling. What are you doing?”
Stella was about to answer. She looked down and saw the picture on her desk. Probably she felt guilty, she closed the draft book and put on a wry smile, “Nothing... I’m drawing the design draft casually. What’s up?”
Fortunately, Sherry didn’t sense anything wrong with her voice. She said, “I’m so bored alone in City N. Tomorrow is the weekend. How about I go to find you? The scenery photos you took looked quite nice.”
Before considering it, Stella subconsciously said, “Please don’t.”
Sherry was confused, “Why? What’s wrong?”
quite far away from City N indeed. You only have two days, and you need to rush back before enjoying anything here. How
ago. He’s so in love with that bitch. A few weeks ago, he looked as if he couldn’t live without me. Jesus! Men are jerks. They
fell into the
woman tried her best to retain the man? He would still hunt other
help wondering what love meant to
was like
moment, Sherry asked Stella to take care of herself. Then she hung
down the phone and reopened the draft book. After a thought, she tore the page
herself up, and started
quite immersed in her work. She hadn’t noticed that it was
long while, she heard a few knocks
heard, “Stella, are you
up and opened the door reluctantly, “Mr.
“Go out for dinner.”
wasn’t until now did Stella realized that it was dinner
out for lunch. She
“It’s getting cold at night. Take
“Okay.”
get her
saw the Maybach
that they may go to a
to eat, so she didn’t want to make
surprise, when she opened the rear door, Clarence opened the door next to the
Stella was taken aback.
at her unhappily, “Sit in the
closed the rear door in silence, walking to the
she wanted to ask Clarence where they were heading to, but she
the scenery outside the car became brighter
the crowds outside, Stella guessed that they must have
so picky in dinner. He drove
parked the car, Stella followed him, walking
a lot of people on the street. Stella was pregnant and she couldn’t walk so fast. Shortly after,
were separate. She could have dinner by herself
soon, she heard the man’s cold voice above her head, “Are you
blurted out, “Are you an ostrich? You are
Clarence was speechless.
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