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.”

I don’t want to say

Stella finished speaking, she directly lay

for this excuse

place for two seconds, his tongue rested against his teeth and then

Stella heard the sound of banging and crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous

and saw Clarence’s tall

felt

and just quietly

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

though Stella was quite far from him, she could feel

Stella watched, she suddenly could not

dog had its

drunk, she not only was at his mercy but also got a series of mockeries despite putting much effort to make

should have been happy but for some reason, she

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

stomach, very soon, a steaming bowl of sobering soup was placed in front

was with a little tension, “Try

looked at the black water in the bowl as well as the unknown floating objects. She

“I think I don’t…need this, I

you say, if you can’t

if she did not drink, he might pour it

reluctantly with both hands, slowly placed it by her mouth and took

and fishy taste instantly spread

could not help

she was drinking something made

the bowl from her hand. He patted her back with another hand,

force yourself to do something you’re not good at next time. Otherwise, you’ll

“You still want

have to correct it, there is no

you’re so spirited, it does seem that

Mr. Conrad still not

back paused and was then withdrawn. He frowned in displeasure while saying, “You’re so keen to drive

reminded, “It’s already one o’clock in the morning. Even if Mr. Conrad

thin lips were pursed slightly. After a few