Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

After entering the bar, Stella walked straight to the bar counter and asked for a glass of wine.

As soon as she sat down, someone immediately came over and hit on her, “Beauty, you’re alone?”

Stella replied while smiling, “Yeah.”

The man said, “It’s a fate for us to meet each other. Let me buy you a drink.”

As he said, he snapped his finger at the bartender, “Give this beauty a blue margarita.”

After his words were uttered, an upright figure appeared beside him, “Since you love to treat others to something so much, why don’t you buy me a drink also, I’m also alone.”

The man was speechless.

This person was crazy, right.

Clarence leaned against the bar and blocked him from seeing Stella. His slender fingers were tapping on the countertop, “What, you have sexism?”

The man smiled awkwardly and patted his shoulder, “Buddy, how can you say like that, alright, since it’s New Year, let’s drink and I’ll just treat it as I’m making friends with you, what do you want to drink? Order it.”

Clarence said, “Then I’ll really order whatever I want.”

After he finished his words, he looked at the bartender, “A glass of Louis XIII.”

The bartender was stunned and he said, “Sir, Louis XIII is not available to be sold to a person.”

“I know, open a six-litre one, I want a glass of it. For the rest, this gentleman will treat the other guests in the bar to drink.”

The man’s face stiffened so much and it was contorted. He said in displeasure, “Buddy, you’re looking for trouble, right?”

Louis XIII was France’s top brandy and a few hundred millimetres of it cost more than ten thousand yuan, let alone six litres, which cost at least a few hundred thousand yuan.

Even he himself had never had a sip. Wasn’t this very obvious that he was deliberately tricking him?

Clarence spoke indifferently, “You can’t afford it? If you can’t afford it, don’t try to keep up appearances.”

When the man was just about to get angry, he pulled out a black card from his wallet and handed it to the bartender, “Open a bottle, it’s my treat for this gentleman.”

desired but not attainable. Stopping in time to avoid loss is the most

ask the bartender to open a bottle of Louis XIII,

temperament and knew that this was a game

warily took the black card, “Si…sir, we don’t have the six-litre

said, “Give me the same glass

“Alright.”

bartender gave back the hot black card,

he had never met someone who opened a six-litre

Stella as if he still

her phone and ignored

while later, the bartender brought their glasses

the astringent taste, she felt it was

the first time she drank such strong wine and she could not

not hold back her anger. So, she finished

was too stuffy or because there were too many people, Stella

look at the clock. It was almost time

the bar, she shivered and felt a little dizzy. She took out her phone and dialled Sherry’s number, “Sherry, what are

tonight is so boring…Are you

take a cab. I’ll send you

I’m going

she heard some movements on the other end of the phone, followed by an indifferent male

Clarence only said half of the sentence, Sherry was already able to figure out the whole sentence. It should almost be like, “She is with me, if you dare to come,

please tell Stella that I drank at night

seriously and then

…

expressionlessly looking at Clarence, “Give me

Clarence, however, calmly put her phone into his

Stella was speechless.

does Mr. Conrad

do it if

was slightly puzzled after drinking, she still could keenly realize the trap

there is no need for

me, what is

you, I just let you have enough