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 to

speaking, she directly lay on the

applaud for

stood in place for two seconds, his tongue rested against his teeth and then he turned

a while, Stella heard the sound of banging and crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street. She was really afraid that this wretched man would blow

and saw Clarence’s tall back under the

felt a

chin with one hand and just

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

though Stella was quite far from him, she could

she suddenly could not help but

dog had its

she not only was at his mercy but also got a series of mockeries

happy

gaze, took the glass of warm water in front of her and took a

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

voice was with a

well as the unknown

don’t…need this, I

“Try it before you say, if

man’s manner, Stella felt that if she did not drink, he might

the small bowl reluctantly with both hands, slowly placed it by her

taste

not help but

drinking something made of

his thin lips and then took the bowl from her

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

curled, “You still want me

to correct it, there is no

it does seem that you

impatiently, “Is Mr.

her back paused and was then withdrawn.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

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

After a few seconds, he said, “You can