Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

In the studio, Clarence was sitting on the sofa, working on his documents.

Stella poured him a glass of water and walked to him, “Mr. Conrad, this has become another office of yours. Why don’t you just move in?”

Clarence raised his eyebrows, “May I really move in?”

“Nope.”

Clarence closed the document, looking up at her, and asked, “How much longer will it take you?”

Stella slightly pressed her lips, “I don’t know.”

She had no inspiration at all right now.

Probably she would stay here overnight instead of going home.

Clarence looked at her worried face and figured out what happened. He asked, “Have you received the requirements of the contest?”

Stella sat on the couch next to him and hummed absentmindedly.

“Tell me about them.”

Stella looked at him, “Mr. Conrad, don’t you know anything about it?”

Clarence curled up his lips, “Conrad Group is just the sponsor of the contest. Why would I need to care about other things? If I did knew the details, others might speak ill of you. You would be negatively impacted.”

Since Modesty had said that Stella could achieve her goals all because of Clarence, others might also think so although they never spoke it out.

Once Clarence got to know the requirement in advance, even he hadn’t told her anything, people would talk about it.

Stella curled her lips. Much to her surprised, the wretched man was quite careful this time.

Clarence stretched his arms on the back of the sofa casually. He loosened his necktie as if he was waiting for her answer.

Stella slowly answered, “The love confession.”

Clarence slightly raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t quite understand it.

She added, “That’s the only title of this contest.”

“Why are you so worried then?” Before Stella answered, he continued, “Is it because nobody ever has confessed his love to you before?”

Stella was speechless.

of nonsense the wretched man was talking

and stared at her with his black eyes. He said slowly, “Have you received

of guilt. She retorted, “Well...You sound as if

finishing her words,

pupils but also as a

blushed. She wasn’t in the mood to continue talking to him, so she stood up and walked towards the office, “I’ll continue thinking about my design draft. Mr. Conrad, you can go

said, “Why are you rushing? You don’t

Stella was shocked.

How did he know?

said, “If you are inspired, you wouldn’t be at the edge

inhaled deeply, “I

It made sense.

was quite annoyed

know what your problem

as if she was waiting for him to

Clarence said calmly, “As a designer, you haven’t truly understood the title of the contest yet.

frowned. For some reason, she was kind of convinced

for

Stella choked up.

thought that the wretched man might give her a convincing reason, but much

wanted to say something, but when

matter of love confession, she had never spoken it out

they didn’t take the last step to confess, let alone when she

always flirted with her. He had never

be quite far away from

one could do when he or she was just in love with someone

would

a certain age,

only worked

She denied it immediately.

the love confession should happen to all lovers who were

inspired. She pulled Clarence’s hand away, “I’m going to draw my draft.

Clarence was speechless.

hands, he licked

she was immersed