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

“For feeding...”

also eat the sushi, so she couldn’t tell him that the food was

said in a

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

his lips and raised his brows. “Do you need

would be a great help. However, when the words reached the tip of

after moving into the Stewards’ house.

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

up the kitchen, Clarence stopped her. “Go

so, Stella wouldn’t turn

walked out of the kitchen, she heard a loud bang, which was caused by

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

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

was smashing the tableware for

Sherry wouldn’t cook by herself either. It would be troublesome to take along the tableware and

the shower, the

him in

and went back to

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

her lips -- the wretched man was quite conscious,

gaze. After a moment, he said, “I have a set of tableware

thank you. You can keep them and smash

Stella walked to the desk, pulled the chair, and

the magazine. “Don’t you

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

man was wanting. How

soreness and pains

the quilt, walked to her, and sat on

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

“Waiting for you.”

for me. As a designer, I’m always inspired at night. Once I’m inspired, I

asked, “Are you inspired

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

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

Soon, she stopped.

put down the pen and looked back at Clarence. “I can’t draw if

could tell that he didn’t believe what she said

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

bed and wrapped herself with