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.

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...”

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

in a low

going out for dating tomorrow? I’m preparing some

curled up his lips and raised

out, which would be a great help. However, when the words

into the Stewards’ house. She also planned

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

stopped her. “Go ahead to

Stella wouldn’t turn

she walked out of the kitchen, she heard a loud

comforted herself to take it easy. After all, Clarence had never done such a thing

to the door

the wretched man was

cook by herself either. It would be

shower, the tableware in

see him in

off the lights and went back

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

curling her lips -- the wretched man was quite

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

You can keep them and

to the desk, pulled

magazine. “Don’t

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

the wretched man was wanting.

and pains all over her

the quilt, walked to her, and

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

“Waiting for you.”

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

“Are you inspired

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

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

Soon, she stopped.

and looked back

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

and stood up. “Forget it. I’m going

bed and wrapped herself