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?”
N indeed. You only have two days, and you need to rush back before
a few days ago. He’s so in love with that bitch. A few weeks ago, he looked as if he couldn’t
fell into the
dumped woman tried her best to retain the man?
wondering what love meant
like this, let
Liam for a moment, Sherry asked Stella to take care
the draft book. After a thought, she tore the
inhaled, cheered herself up, and started drawing
her work. She hadn’t noticed that it
while, she heard a few knocks
heard, “Stella,
up and opened the door reluctantly, “Mr. Conrad,
“Go out for dinner.”
now did Stella realized that
wretched man was unwilling to dine out for lunch.
out of the window, “It’s getting cold at night. Take
“Okay.”
went back to get her
house, she saw the Maybach parked at the
that Clarence strode over, Stella realized that they may go to a distant
to eat, so she didn’t
rear door, Clarence opened the door next to the
Stella was taken aback.
over at her unhappily, “Sit in
rear door in silence, walking to the
the way, Stella kept looking out of the window. For several times, she wanted to ask Clarence where they were heading to, but she guessed that he might not answer her. She
the scenery outside
the crowds outside, Stella guessed that
so picky in dinner. He drove all the
parked the car,
were a lot of people on the street. Stella was pregnant and she couldn’t walk so fast. Shortly after, she
worry at all. It was not a bad thing that they were separate. She could have dinner
the man’s cold voice above her head, “Are you a turtle? You are
out, “Are you an ostrich? You are walking so
Clarence was speechless.
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