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.

Seeing that Stella was cutting the sushi rolls, he

“For feeding...”

After all, she would also eat the sushi,

in a low voice,

suggesting going out for dating tomorrow? I’m preparing some

and raised his

great help. However, when the words reached the tip

into the Stewards’ house. She also planned to date

actually did a disservice, Stella cooked much faster. Shortly

her. “Go ahead to take a shower. Leave the rest to

Stella wouldn’t

she walked out of the kitchen, she heard

eyes and comforted herself to take it easy. After all, Clarence

the pajamas. When she walked to the door of the bathroom, she heard

wondered if the wretched man was smashing the tableware

either. It would be troublesome to take along the tableware and

out of the bathroom after the shower, the tableware in the kitchen was almost smashed

him

and went back to

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

-- the wretched man was quite conscious,

up and meet her gaze. After a moment, he said, “I have a set of tableware of

thank you. You can keep them and smash them

desk, pulled the chair, and took out

closed the magazine. “Don’t you

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

wretched man was wanting. How could she fall into

and

her, and sat

him next to her, 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 designer, I’m always inspired at night.

asked, “Are

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

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

Soon, she stopped.

back at Clarence. “I

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

nose, closed the draft book, and stood up. “Forget it. I’m going

bed and wrapped herself