Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Although Stella asked Clarence to keep silent, it was Emmett who quieted down.

Since the atmosphere was way too embarrassing, Stella felt quite uneasy. Clarence, who was next to her, was quite calm, easy, and peaceful.

Stella wished that she could be as cheeky as him so that she wouldn’t be feeling like sitting on a spiked rug.

Right then, a waiter came over to take the order. Emmett directly passed the menu to Stella. “Stella, please order whatever you like.”

As soon as Stella reached out her hand, the menu was grabbed by Clarence. He ordered some of Stella’s favorite dishes and returned to be aloof, sitting on his chair in silence.

Stella had a wry smile. “That’s all for the time being.”

The waiter nodded and left.

Since Clarence was sitting at the table, Emmett couldn’t talk about other things naturally. He just chitchatted with Stella and then quieted down.

The meal finally approached the end in such an embarrassing atmosphere.

When Stella went to the restroom, Clarence said, “Mr. Carter, if not mistaken, you should come here for what happened on the Steward Group’s bidding.”

Upon hearing it, Emmett faintly smiled. “Mr. Conrad, you misunderstood. I even didn’t go to the bidding of Steward Group. How would I know what happened there? I just came to visit Stella.”

“In that case, I believe I should make time to visit your parents then, Mr. Carter.”

Emmett gradually pulled a long face when listening to him.

Clarence continued indifferently, “Mr. Carter, I don’t care why you came here or what you are going to do. Don’t drag Stella into the mere.”

“Mr. Conrad, please rest assured. Even if you don’t remind me, I wouldn’t do anything to harm Stella.”

When Stella came out of the ladies’ room, Emmett was already gone. She immediately knew that Clarence must have said something harsh to him.

She walked to Clarence and picked up her bag. “Let’s go.”

Clarence raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up, and left with her.

the handle on the door, only to find the door next to the driver’s seat was

Stella was speechless.

wondered what the

walked with her side-by-side and paused. “I didn’t have enough just now. Made me

“Mr. Conrad, didn’t you say you had the luck to enjoy a feast? How come you didn’t have enough? Do you know what kind of person couldn’t have enough

answering her, he bypassed

believed that the wretched

at him, she asked, “Mr. Conrad, what

“Anything would be fine.”

didn’t want to

was always picky in food. She didn’t

enough, he came upstairs

him. There were only two tomatoes left in the fridge, so she cooked

she was cooking the noodles, she heard a few knocks on

over at the

Clarence’s voice. “Keep on cooking. I’ll open

“All right.”

She withdrew her gaze.

the door, he wasn’t surprised at all. Instead, he curled up his lips into a

startled for a few seconds, he came

and answered indifferently,

I’ll come back later

was about to leave, Clarence said, “For whom you came here, Phoebe Steward or anyone

around with a slight smile. “Mr. Conrad, you’ve overthought. I just want to borrow a bottle

Clarence asked calmly, “Really?”

A distant relative is not as good as a near neighbor. Mr. Conrad,

a bottle of soy sauce in her hand. She handed it over to Daniel. “This

to you as soon as I finish using it, Ms.

“It’s alright. I don’t need it for the time being. You can return

Clarence. Then he left

the water in the

her, walking