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

she directly

for

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

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

saw

felt

and just quietly looked at him like

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

she could feel that he was not fit to

Stella watched, she suddenly could not

every dog had

his mercy but also got a series of mockeries despite

have been happy but for some reason, she could

Stella slowly withdrew her gaze, took the glass of warm

half a glass of water entered her stomach, very soon, a steaming bowl of

voice was with a little tension,

in the bowl as well as the unknown floating

said, “I think I don’t…need this, I suddenly feel that I’m actually not that

say, if you can’t

did not drink, he might pour it directly

reluctantly with both hands, slowly placed it

and fishy taste instantly

help but

drinking something made

from her hand. He patted her back with

any strength, “Mr. Conrad, it’s better not to force yourself to do something you’re not good

“You still want me to make it for you next

correct it, there is no next

spirited, it does seem

“Is Mr. Conrad

hand on her back paused and was then withdrawn.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

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

After a few seconds, he