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 Stella was cutting the sushi rolls, he asked,

“For feeding...”

also eat the sushi, so

man said in

you suggesting going out

and raised his brows. “Do you

wanted to ask him to go out, which would be a great help. However, when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she

moving into the

Stella cooked much faster. Shortly

the kitchen, Clarence stopped her. “Go

Stella wouldn’t

she walked out of the kitchen, she heard

Clarence had never done such

walked to the

wretched man was smashing the tableware

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

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

didn’t see him in the living

and went back

room, Clarence was lying on the bed, reading the magazine on the nightstand at

lips -- 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 ask Nathan to bring them

keep them and

Stella walked to the desk, pulled the chair, and

the magazine. “Don’t you go to

while answering, “I’m not sleepy yet. You can

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

and pains all over her

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?

“Waiting for you.”

“Don’t wait for me. As a designer, I’m always inspired at night. Once I’m inspired, I may stay up

“Are you

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

excuse. Right then, her mind was blank without any inspiration. However, since she had said so,

Soon, she stopped.

pen and looked back at Clarence.

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

nose, closed the draft book, and

on the bed and wrapped