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.

kitchen and washed them. Seeing that Stella was cutting the sushi rolls, he asked, “Why are you making so

“For feeding...”

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

said in

Stella whispered, “Didn’t you suggesting going out for dating tomorrow? I’m

his lips and raised his brows. “Do you

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

what would happen after moving into the Stewards’ house. She also planned to date

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

about to clean up the kitchen, Clarence stopped her. “Go ahead to take a

he requested so, Stella wouldn’t turn him

heard a

to take it easy. After all, Clarence had never done such a thing before. She should

bedroom and get the pajamas. When she walked to the door of the bathroom, she heard that another two plates were

if the wretched man was smashing the tableware for cleaning

herself either. It would be troublesome to take along the tableware and utensils. Hence, she tried to ignore

shower, the tableware

him

lights and went

lying on the bed, reading the magazine on the nightstand

couldn’t help curling her lips -- the wretched man was quite conscious,

gaze. After a moment, he said, “I have a set of tableware of the limited edition. I’ll ask Nathan to bring them

keep them

desk, pulled

“Don’t you go

“I’m not

knew what the wretched man was wanting. How could she fall into a

had soreness and

quilt, walked to her, and sat on the edge of

she was frightened. She stammered, “You... Why don’t you

“Waiting for you.”

gaze, Stella felt a bit unease. She coughed and lied, “Don’t wait for me. As a

“Are you inspired

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

since she had said so, she

Soon, she stopped.

the 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

nose, closed the draft book, and stood

and wrapped herself with the quilt