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

she directly

to applaud for this excuse she

stood in place for two seconds, his tongue rested against his

a while, Stella heard the sound of banging and crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street. She was really

head and saw Clarence’s tall back under

she felt a little

chin with one hand and just quietly looked at him like

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

far from him, she could feel that

she suddenly

dog

past, when Clarence came home while being drunk, she not only was at his mercy but also got

had changed. She should have been happy but for some reason, she could not

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

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

was with a little tension, “Try

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

I don’t…need this, I suddenly feel that I’m

it before you say, if you can’t drink

did not drink, he

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

bitter and fishy taste instantly spread in

not help but

she was drinking something made

from her hand. He patted her

“Mr. Conrad, it’s better not to force yourself

curled, “You still want

it, there

it does seem that you don’t have any discomfort

impatiently, “Is Mr. Conrad still

and was then withdrawn. He frowned in displeasure while

in the morning. Even if Mr. Conrad doesn’t want to sleep, others

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