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.

chopsticks into the kitchen and washed them. Seeing

“For feeding...”

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

said in a low voice,

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

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

would be a great help. However, when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she handed

what would happen after moving into the Stewards’ house. She

faster. Shortly after, she finished cooking and putting all the food into

was about to clean up the kitchen, Clarence stopped her. “Go

he requested so, Stella wouldn’t

kitchen, she heard a

After all, Clarence had never done such a thing

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

was smashing the

herself either. It would

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

him in

lights and went back

the room, Clarence was lying on the bed,

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

meet her gaze. After a moment, he said, “I have a set

keep them and

to the desk, pulled the chair,

closed the magazine. “Don’t you go to

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

wanting. How could

had soreness and pains

walked to her, and sat on

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

“Waiting for you.”

and lied, “Don’t wait for me. As a designer, I’m always inspired at night. Once I’m inspired, I may stay

asked, “Are you inspired

“Of course!”

“Okay. Go ahead drawing.”

her mind was blank without any inspiration. However, since she had said so, she had to bite the bullets and brushed on the

Soon, she stopped.

back

her. Although he didn’t speak, Stella could tell that he didn’t believe what she said

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

the bed and wrapped herself with the