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

said rudely, “Weren’t you sleepy long ago? The electricity is out now. What else do you

him for help, Stella answered in a good manner, “I still

will you boil the

stove in Ms. Anderson’s house. I saw it last time.

lips, “Where

kitchen. I can’t remember it exactly. 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.”

was angry

to let her remarry him. She

a candle from her hands, and

him over, the candle was lit and put

from a pile of things. He cast Stella a glance and asked

“I...”

“Wait outside.”

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

she walked to the yard, Stella put all the candles on the stone table. Rubbing her hands, she

the city lights, the moon looked clearer and brighter in

come out for a long time. She waited, but she couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Conrad, do

few seconds of silence, a voice answered her in the

“All right.”

another ten minutes. Then Clarence walked out with a

on the stove, Clarence bent down on his

Stella blinked, “I’m hungry.”

Clarence was speechless.

was afraid that he would comment “were all food you previously ate digesting in a dog’s tummy?” After all, he had used a lot of animals to

pregnant women to

you blaming me for it then?” Clarence wasn’t in the mood to argue with

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

her in silence with his ink-black

my room. Mr. Conrad, would you mind getting some of them

the inconvenience caused by the darkness, she

up,

“Thank you, Mr. Conrad. They are in the small basket on the desk.

Second floor.

moonlight fell on the