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.

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

“For feeding...”

her words. After all, she would also eat the sushi,

said in a low voice,

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

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

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,

the Stewards’ house. She also planned to

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

her. “Go ahead to take a

Stella wouldn’t turn

kitchen, she heard a loud bang, which

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

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

was smashing the tableware for

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

the shower, the tableware in the kitchen was almost smashed by

him in

the lights and went

the bed, reading the

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

“I have a set of tableware of the limited

thank you. You can keep them and

to the desk, pulled the chair, and took out

the magazine. “Don’t you go to

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

man was wanting. How could

and pains

walked to her, and sat on the edge

turned around. Seeing him next to her, she was frightened. She stammered,

“Waiting for you.”

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

“Are

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

inspiration. However, since she had said so, she had to bite the bullets and brushed on the draft book

Soon, she stopped.

looked back at Clarence. “I can’t

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

book, and stood up.

the bed and wrapped herself with the