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.

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

“For feeding...”

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

in

going out for dating

lips 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 handed a potato to him

moving into the Stewards’ house. She also planned

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

kitchen, Clarence stopped her. “Go ahead to take a shower. Leave

Stella wouldn’t turn him

heard a loud bang, which

closed her eyes and comforted herself to take it easy. After all, Clarence had never done such a thing before.

bedroom and get the pajamas. When she walked to the door of the

if the wretched man was smashing the

herself either. It would be troublesome to take along

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

him in

and went back

lying on the bed, reading the

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

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

thank you. You can keep

spoke, Stella walked to the desk, pulled the

the magazine. “Don’t

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

man was wanting.

soreness and pains all

to her, and

heard the noise and turned around. Seeing him next to her, she was frightened. She stammered, “You... Why don’t you sleep?

“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 I’m inspired,

asked, “Are

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

However, since she had said so, she had

Soon, she stopped.

down the pen and looked back

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

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

lay on the bed and