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.

and chopsticks into the kitchen and washed them. Seeing that

“For feeding...”

stopped before finishing her words. After all, she would also eat the sushi, so she couldn’t tell him that the

man said in a

whispered, “Didn’t you suggesting going out for dating

up his lips and raised his brows. “Do you need any

help. However, when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she handed a potato to him

the Stewards’ house. She also planned to

actually did a disservice, Stella cooked much faster. Shortly after, she finished cooking and putting all the

to clean up the kitchen, Clarence stopped her.

so, Stella wouldn’t

kitchen, she heard a loud bang, which

her eyes and comforted herself to take it easy. After all, Clarence had never done such a thing before. She should appreciate his kindness

went back to her bedroom and get the pajamas. When she walked to the

the wretched man was smashing the tableware for cleaning them

out soon. Sherry wouldn’t cook by herself either. It would be troublesome to take along the tableware and utensils.

came out of the bathroom after the shower, the tableware in the kitchen was

him in the

lights and went back to

bed, reading the magazine

lips -- the wretched man was quite

set of tableware of the limited edition. I’ll

can keep them and

she spoke, Stella walked to the desk, pulled the

“Don’t you

not

was wanting. How

had soreness and pains all over

her, and sat on the edge of the

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

“Waiting for you.”

She coughed and lied, “Don’t wait for me. As a designer, I’m always

“Are you

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

then, her mind was blank without any inspiration. However, since she had said so, she had to bite the bullets and brushed on the draft

Soon, she stopped.

the pen and looked back

at her. Although he didn’t speak, Stella could tell that he

rubbed her nose, closed the draft book, and

bed and