Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Clarence still put on Channing’s pajamas he wore last night. When he came out, Stella was cooking something in the kitchen.

He walked over and wrapped around her waist from behind. His warm breath was sprayed on her ear. “How did you know I hadn’t had dinner yet?”

“I’m not cooking it for you.”

As she spoke, Stella twisted and broke free from his embrace. She put the chopped vegetables into the boiling water.

Clarence frowned unhappily, “Whom are you cooking for then?”

“Myself.”

“Didn’t you say that you had eaten a lot?”

“I’m hungry again.”

Upon hearing it, Clarence stared at her lower belly. He said thoughtfully, “Have you got pregnant so soon?”

Stella choked up.

She wondered if he was nuts.

Stella directly kicked him out of the kitchen. “I’m busy now. Go out and suit yourself.”

Clarence walked to the living room. As soon as he sat down, the doorbell rang.

Stella stretched her head out from the kitchen. “Go check who it is.”

Clarence didn’t raise his head at all. “Not necessary. It must be the soy sauce salesman”

It seemed that Daniel hadn’t given up yet.

Stella curled her lips. She knew that nothing could be talked about since Clarence was here. Except for mocking, he wouldn’t speak anything properly. It would be better if they wouldn’t answer the door.

Sure enough, the doorbell stopped ringing after a while.

Soon, Stella came out from the kitchen and put a plate of food in front of Clarence.

Clarence looked over at her with a smile. “For me?”

“For a dog.”

Clarence was speechless.

Stella went back to the kitchen. She stayed there for a long time, and Clarence wondered what she was busy with.

finishing the dish, Clarence took the plate and chopsticks into the kitchen and washed them. Seeing that Stella was cutting the sushi rolls, he asked, “Why are you

“For feeding...”

the sushi,

said in a low

going out for dating tomorrow?

raised his brows.

him to go out, which would be a great help. However, when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she handed a potato to him instead. “Wash it for me,

into the Stewards’

a helper, who actually did a disservice, Stella cooked much faster. Shortly after, she finished cooking and

her. “Go ahead to take a shower. Leave the

Stella wouldn’t turn him

soon as she walked out of the kitchen, she heard a loud bang, which was caused by breaking a

her eyes and comforted herself to take it easy. After all, Clarence had never

she walked to the door of the bathroom, she heard that another two plates

wretched man was smashing the tableware for cleaning

cook by herself either. It would be troublesome

bathroom after the shower, the

him in the

turned off the lights and went back to the

Clarence was lying on the bed, reading the magazine on

-- the wretched man was quite conscious, wasn’t

meet her gaze. After a moment, he said, “I have a set of tableware of the limited edition. I’ll

keep them and

pulled the chair, and

magazine. “Don’t you go

not sleepy yet.

man was wanting. How could she

still had soreness and

her, and

him next to her, she was frightened. She stammered, “You... Why don’t you sleep? Why

“Waiting for you.”

bit unease. She coughed and lied, “Don’t wait for me. As a designer, I’m always inspired at night. Once I’m

“Are you inspired

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

blank without any inspiration. However, since she had said so,

Soon, she stopped.

pen and looked back at Clarence. “I can’t draw

up at her. Although he didn’t speak, Stella could tell that he didn’t believe what she said

rubbed her nose, closed the draft book, and stood up. “Forget it. I’m going to

and wrapped herself with the