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.”

a high-end restaurant. How could its dishes not

retorted in a flat tone, “Then why didn’t

Stella, “…”

her and picked up the food she bought just now with the chopsticks

felt that she almost

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

down his chopsticks and pressed the tip

into the convenience store again and bought a bottle of

at the

“Just regard it as a compensation for the food you bought. You can throw it away if you

towards the Rolls-Royce that was parked

and then at the glass of

wretched man was right. This was

shouldn’t make things

her chin and then

…

In the Twilight Club…

never dreamed of coming to this club

time she came here before, she would be overwhelmed by

this time, she didn’t

was because those humiliating past had disappeared along with

away calmly. It seemed

minutes later, Stella couldn’t help but ask,

in a flat

“What…”

was too late for her to hold

hand when I walked past that corner and begged me

“…”

She had expected this.

any reply no matter what he said, because the subsequence

I’m not a good man, sometimes I would

He must have

in the end, she becomes

“…”

the story ‘The Snake and

gritted her teeth, “Mr. Conrad, can you please shut

cold voice, “I’m talking about Nathan. Why are you so

Stella, “…”

Nathan, “…”

quality, took a step forwards after a mental struggle, “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad is right. I encountered a problem in this club before and Mr. Conrad happed to show

as if she was waiting for his ridiculous

for why I was here before. It all started from my mom’s