Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Clarence said flatly in a business tone, “I have a gambling party tonight. Can you go with me?”

Stella was a bit stunned. She then nodded her head, “Okay.”

“Can we have dinner now?”

Stella laughed drily and returned the document to him, “Mr. Conrad, it depends on you.”

Clarence leaned against the chair and closed his eyes.

Two minutes later, Stella’s phone rang.

It was a call from Emmett.

Stella turned her head to take a glance at Clarence. She didn’t know whether he had fallen asleep or not. After hesitating for several seconds, she picked up her phone.

Emmett said, “Stella, Sherry told me what has happened. Do you need my help?”

Stella subconsciously wanted to decline him, but she changed her mind at the next moment, “Okay, thank you.”

Clarence slowly opened his eyes.

After ending the call, Stella turned to look at Clarence and her eyes met with his calm and unfathomable eyes in the air.

Clarence shifted his gaze and said in a flat tone, “We arrive. Get off the car.”

Originally, Stella had planned not to eat anything. However, for a person who hadn’t had lunch, watching another person having dinner in front of her was a total torture.

She took a deep breath and then walked out of the restaurant to buy something to eat.

Looking at her back, Clarence asked expressionlessly, “What’s in her mind?”

Nathan, who stood aside, didn’t know how to reply it.

Stella had showed her attitude clearly – she wanted to make a clear break with Clarence.

Even though Mr. Conrad tried his best to create a chance to get along with her, it wouldn’t work for too much.

Stella’s mind was simple. Now that she couldn’t evade meeting that wretched man, she would face it calmly.

Clarence suddenly stood up and followed Stella out of the restaurant.

Outside of the restaurant…

Stella just bought a packed food from a convenient store. When she sat at the table, split the disposable chopsticks and prepared to enjoy her dinner, someone suddenly pulled aside her food. At the next moment, he snatched her chopsticks.

Stella was astonished while at the same time annoyed, “Mr. Conrad, aren’t you having dinner?”

“It tastes bad.”

How could its dishes not

in a flat tone, “Then why didn’t you eat

Stella, “…”

bought just now

felt that she almost

and bought another packed food again. She then sat down at the

put down his chopsticks and pressed the tip of his

bit thirsty. When she was about to walk into the convenience store

at

him, Clarence said, “Just regard it as a compensation for the food you

the Rolls-Royce that

then at the glass of warm water on the

right. This was a compensation for

things difficult for

the glass, lifted her chin and then gulped down

…

In the Twilight Club…

had never dreamed of coming to

weird that every time she came here before, she would be overwhelmed by despair

she didn’t feel

those humiliating past had disappeared along

Stella pulled herself back to the reality, she saw Clarence fixing his eyes on a corner not far away calmly. It seemed

Stella couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Conrad, why don’t

flat tone, “I

“What…”

too late for her to

my hand when I walked

“…”

She had expected this.

proved that she shouldn’t give Clarence any reply no matter what he said, because the subsequence would not be

a good man, sometimes I would

have many

end, she becomes

“…”

heard of the story ‘The

teeth, “Mr. Conrad,

said in a cold voice, “I’m talking about Nathan.

Stella, “…”

Nathan, “…”

he should have some professional quality, took a step forwards after a mental struggle, “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad is right. I encountered a problem in this club before

emotionlessly as if she was waiting for his ridiculous

long story as for why I was here