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.”

don’t want to

she directly

had to applaud for this excuse she

place for two seconds, his tongue rested against his teeth and then he turned around and went back

banging and crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street. She was really afraid that

raised her head and saw Clarence’s tall back under the

she felt a

one hand and just

back of the chair opposite her. The cuffs of his white

she could feel that

Stella watched, she suddenly could not help

dog

was at his mercy but also got a series of mockeries despite putting much effort

changed. She should have been happy but for some

knowing how many minutes ticked by, Stella slowly withdrew her gaze, took

soon, a steaming bowl of sobering soup

a little

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

I don’t…need this, I suddenly

it before you say, if you can’t drink it, I’ll

she did not drink, he

hands, slowly placed it by her

fishy taste instantly

help but

was drinking

lips and then took the bowl from her hand. He patted her back with another hand, “Forget

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

this, Clarence’s lips curled, “You still want me to make it for you next

to correct it, there

so spirited, it does seem that you don’t have any

“Is Mr. Conrad still

was then withdrawn. He frowned in displeasure

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

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