Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

On the way back home, Stella didn’t speak at all.

Only the wretched man could have said the bandit theory so naturally.

Arriving home, Stella said in a low voice, “Mr. Conrad, I’ll go upstairs and go to bed.”

Seemingly Clarence wasn’t willing to talk to her at all, he just hummed coldly.

That attitude was the true color of this wretched man.

After returning to her room, Stella locked the door from the inside. Then she took her clothes and entered the bathroom.

She didn’t take a nap in the afternoon, and she had walked to so many places with Clarence. Now she just wished that she could lie down as soon as finishing the shower.

However, unexpectedly, when she was half done with the shower, the light above her was out.

In a few seconds, the bathwater became cold as well.

Immediately, Stella turned off the tap. In the dark, she fumbled for a towel and wrapped her hair. Then she put on her clothes slowly and opened the window to peer out.

Sure enough, the electricity was out in the whole community.

Anqiao Street was too old with old infrastructures, so the electricity would always be out from time to time, but mostly it happened during the daytime. It didn’t impact their daily lives too much and the electricity would be back shortly.

This was the first time that it was out at night since Stella moved here.

She walked out of the bathroom, staggered, and finally managed to reach her cell phone on the desk. She turned on the flashlight and walked downstairs.

She remembered that Ms. Anderson mentioned her candles were in a cabinet of the living room.

However, after she had found the candles, Stella found another difficulty.

She didn’t have a lighter.

She had looked through every place but failed to find a lighter.

Stella turned around, looking at the black door of a bedroom. She gave up and heaved a sigh, “Excuse me, Mr. Conrad. Are you sleeping?”

A few seconds later, the door was open. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly, “What do you want?”

a lighter? May I borrow it to light

The electricity is

a good manner, “I still haven’t finished washing my hair. I need to

will you boil

house. I saw

his lips, “Where is

I need to look for it.” After a pause, she didn’t forget why she asked him for help, “By the way, Mr. Conrad, could you lend me your

“No, I can’t.”

angry

to let

of his room, took a candle from her hands, and

was lit and put on the shelf. The little flame was swaying

a pile of things. He

“I...”

“Wait outside.”

shelf, Stella lit up other candles in her hands. When she left the kitchen, she

on the stone table.

the city lights, the moon looked clearer and

some movements in the kitchen, but she didn’t see Clarence come out for a

seconds of silence, a voice answered her in

“All right.”

ten minutes. Then Clarence walked out with a

stove, Clarence bent down

Stella blinked, “I’m hungry.”

Clarence was speechless.

would comment “were all food you previously ate digesting in a dog’s tummy?” After all,

“It’s quite easy for pregnant women to get starved.

in the mood to

was dialing Nathan’s number. She hurriedly said, “Mr. Conrad, please don’t. I just said that casually. Please don’t bother Nathan. It’s

staring at her in silence with his ink-black eyes, “What do

him for a favor, “There are some snacks in my room. Mr. Conrad, would you mind getting some of them

caused by the darkness, she

up, “Wait

Mr. Conrad. They are in the small basket on the desk. Please pick up a few

Second floor.

The moonlight fell on the desk, peacefully