Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Due to the nightmare in the afternoon, Stella couldn’t fall asleep at midnight, her eyes widely open.

Hence, she got up and started sorting out the design drafts recently.

In the past few weeks, she was out of town, so she worked online. Since now she had returned to City N, she should go back to SG Jewelry Magazine and report.

When she was half done, Stella heard the footsteps in the corridor. The next second, she heard the door of the bedroom next door was open.

She guessed that it must be Clarence who came back.

Subconsciously, Stella checked the time on her cell phone - one o’clock in the morning.

When they were in Anqiao Street, she always felt that the wretched man was quite idle. Except that he occasionally dealt with the documents delivered by Nathan, he kept making trouble to her for the rest of the time. However, as soon as he returned to City N, he got so busy.

After sorting out the drafts, Stella felt starved.

She opened her door, went downstairs to the kitchen, and started looking for food.

She checked the food in the fridge, but she didn’t have an appetite to eat them. Fortunately, there were plenty of ingredients. She decided to cook by herself.

Stella took out the chicken wings and potatoes. She wanted to potato stuffed chicken wings.

Since the chicken wings were washed ahead, she only needed to take out the bones and soak the chicken into the cooking wine. Then she would cut the potato into slices and stuff them into the chicken wings. After that, she only needed to deep fry them together.

After it was done, she poured some water into the pot and turned down the gas to boil them. It would be ready in another twenty minutes.

Stella put back the lid, wiped her hands, and turned around, only to find that Clarence was leaning against the door of the kitchen with both hands in his trousers pockets. He was watching her in silence.

Stella was shocked, wondering when the wretched man came to the kitchen.

Clarence asked flatly, “Haven’t you had enough for dinner?”

Stella shook her head, “Yes, I have. I’m just hungry again.”

After that, she was afraid that the wretched man would mock her for eating much. She added tentatively, “It’s past one in the morning now. Isn’t it normal to have a midnight snack?”

Clarence strode over, pulled a chair away from the dining table, and sat down, “You’re starved after having dinner, ready for the midnight snack. I haven’t had lunch yet. What do you think?”

Stella was speechless.

from eating lunch, did she? Why

believed that she should be polite. Reluctantly, she asked, “Mr. Conrad, what

to stand here, waiting for

“Up

the fridge again, glancing in it quickly. She realized that no matter what she would cook,

he hadn’t had lunch yet, he couldn’t eat something stimulating.

deciding to make a steamed egg

the potato

the man who was sitting at the dining table, “Mr. Conrad, you may wait upstairs. I can deliver it

I disturbing you if

her lips without

Time passed by.

asked, “Didn’t you said you couldn’t bear the smell of

is not so strong. But it depends. If he doesn’t bother me, I’ll

only she was starved, but the little fellow in her belly

belly without speaking anything

her nose, continuing to watch

her belly at all. He had shown the little conscience that he had already. She couldn’t ask him for

after, the twenty

and the food’s smell spread in the whole

picked up the chicken wings and

to take out the steamed egg custard and sprinkled sesame seeds and chopped green onions

in front of him and glanced over the chicken wings

his question and

the steamed egg custard looked not delicious at

difference was too

you? So you can’t eat anything spicy or oily. Otherwise, you may

her a glance and said in a flat tone expressionlessly, “You know it very well. It seems you always suffer from

Stella was speechless.

her of her

wondered if he

again and got another clean plate. She put half chicken wings into the plate and pushed it to Clarence, “Mr. Conrad, since you want to eat them so much,

retorted unhappily, “When did I tell

misunderstood you. Mr.

back the plate, but Clarence cast her a

that he denied with his lips but affirmed in his heart