Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Chapter 189: Looks Like Mr. Conrad and Mrs. Conrad Are Intimate

Stella looked at him sincerely, “Mr. Conrad, after this meal, can you…”

“No way.”

Stella furrowed her brows, “I haven’t finished my words.”

Clarence glanced at her inadvertently, “Stella Radomil, I’m not here to bargain with you.”

“Mr. Conrad, are you compelling me?”

Clarence said slowly, “Didn’t you think that you were also compelling me when you asked me to take back your brother’s admission letter?”

Stella, “…”

She asked, “Do you mean that I can return your favor if I accompany you to the meal, Mr. Conrad?”

Clarence inexplicably knitted his brows, “Almost. After all, you owe me many favors.”

Stella asked expressionlessly, “Mr. Conrad, do you mean that you will not let go of me?”

Perceiving the coldness in her tone of voice, Clarence turned his head to look at her with a displeased expression, “Stella Radomil, when Emmett came to find you, you looked so happy. But when I came to find you, you said I will not let go of you?”

“Clarence, you can ask yourself, are you a match for Emmett?” Before Clarence got mad, Stella continued, “Will you ask for my opinion and not force me to do something that I don’t want to do?”

Clarence replied righteously, “Nope.”

She wished him to stay away from her as possible as he could. If he didn’t resort to these excuses, how could he appear in front of her again?

“…”

It was the first time for her to see something regard shamelessness as a normal thing.

Clarence stood up, “There’s little time left. You have to select a dress later. Hurry up.”

Stella was the only one in the studio today. She quickly stood up and walked to her office to pack up her things and then took a lock form the reception desk. She said to the man standing aside coldly, “Mr. Conrad, please go out. I’m going to lock the door.”

Clarence said, “I will wait for you outside.”

that Stella would run away.

her teeth so tightly as if she wished so much

from time to time. Now in such a snowy weather,

mess up the meal as a return for what he

that Clarence’s car was parked by the roadside. When she was about to rush into the snow, an umbrella

at her and moved his thin lips, “What are

snorted, “I don’t need your

the cap of her hoodie and directly ran

lips together and slowly followed

was scheduled at the seven o’clock this evening. When

car, a waiter of the hotel pulled open the car door for

the car, a hand that

slightly looked up and saw the tall and slender build of a man

snow flying all

scene when he reached out

thrown into the waveless lake in

her hand. She then slapped away his hand, lifted her dress and got off the

Clarence, “…”

with an umbrella in his hand, hurriedly shifted his gaze and

that her waist was wrapped by a

her brows,

you were forced to here, you should pretend to be my

“But Mr. Conrad, I can’t walk

expected that this sentence would work. Clarence

heaved a sigh of relief in her heart, she saw Clarence slightly raised his arm and looked askance at

mouth. She

least this was better than

her arm and put it

notice that Clarence slightly curled

room, Stella found that a middle-aged man, who was in his forties, was talking into his phone in fluent

into the phone and then ended the call. The man approached them and reached out to

his hand, “Mr. William, I’ve been admiring

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