Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Stella simply closed her eyes and just wanted to ignore him.

The moment the wretched man talked about a certain topic, she knew what was he actually planning.

Perhaps because the tipsy feeling of the wine was too intense, on the way back, Stella did not drift off and was just being dazed. She kept feeling that a tendon inside her head was slightly painful.

Not knowing how long it took, the car finally stopped.

Stella slowly opened her eyes and when she was about to open the car door to leave, Clarence’s voice rang out indifferently, “You don’t invite me up to have a rest?”

“…Does Mr. Conrad still need me to invite.”

Clarence raised his eyebrows and did not deny it.

In the elevator, Stella’s slender eyebrows were furrowed as she gently rubbed her temples.

Clarence glanced at her, “You can’t drink but you still want to get drunk like others.”

Stella took a deep breath, who the hell was all this because of?

The door was opened. The living room was quiet. Sherry should have gone to bed.

Stella walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Just before she was about to drink it, the glass in her hand was snatched away.

Clarence said, “How can you drink cold water in such weather.”

Finished speaking, Clarence took the glass and went into the kitchen.

Not long after, he came out with boiled water and placed it in front of her. He asked without any signs, “How to make a sobering soup.”

Stella was lying on the table. Probably because she did not expect him to say that, she froze before saying, “What?”

Clarence said, “Aren’t you not feeling well.”

Stella laughed dryly twice, “I’m just a little dizzy. I’ll be fine after sleeping, I don’t need to bother Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence stared at her expressionlessly and just repeated, “How to do it.”

want

finished speaking, she directly lay on

applaud for this excuse she

against his teeth and then he turned around and went back

the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street. She was really afraid that this wretched man would blow up her

saw

she felt a

one hand and just quietly looked at him like

chair opposite her. The cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up and he was holding his phone while looking for the

Stella was quite far from him, she could feel that he was not fit

watched, she suddenly could

dog

mercy but also got a series of mockeries despite

changed. She should have been happy but for some

many minutes ticked by, Stella slowly withdrew her gaze, took the glass of warm water in front of her and took

of water entered her stomach, very soon, a steaming bowl of sobering soup was

voice was with a little tension,

water in the bowl as well as the unknown floating objects. She instantly felt

I suddenly feel that I’m

“Try it before you say, if you

the wretched man’s manner, Stella felt that if she did not drink,

both hands, slowly placed it by her mouth

bitter and fishy taste instantly spread

could not help

she was drinking something made

and then took the bowl from her hand. He patted her

while, she said weakly without any strength, “Mr. Conrad, it’s better not to force yourself to

curled, “You still want me

it, there is no next

does seem that

Mr. Conrad still not

was then withdrawn. He frowned in displeasure while saying, “You’re so

already one o’clock in the morning. Even if Mr. Conrad doesn’t want to sleep, others have to sleep

thin lips were pursed slightly. After a few seconds, he said, “You can