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.

kind of nonsense the wretched

with his black eyes. He said slowly, “Have you

direct gaze, Stella felt a sense of guilt. She retorted, “Well...You sound as if

finishing her words, Stella regretted it

like a quarrel between two pupils but also as a competition of

the office, “I’ll continue thinking about my design draft. Mr. Conrad, you can

pulled her wrist and said, “Why are you rushing? You don’t have any

Stella was shocked.

How did he know?

are inspired, you wouldn’t be at

inhaled deeply, “I

It made sense.

quite annoyed because

“I know

looked at him in confusion as if she was waiting for him to give

understood the title of the contest yet. How could you have the inspiration? When you were designing ‘First Love’, you experienced it before, didn’t

reason, she was kind of

to someone for real. As for the man you

Stella choked up.

might give her a convincing reason, but much to her

to say something, but when the words reached the tip

matter of love confession, she

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

her. He had never confessed his love

seemed to be quite far away from them

she was just in love

would be

age, they would feel it hard to express

confession only worked at the

She denied it immediately.

confession should happen to all lovers who were in deep

pulled Clarence’s hand away, “I’m going to draw my

Clarence was speechless.

empty hands, he licked his

was immersed in her inspiration