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.

nonsense the wretched man

and stared at her with his black eyes. He said slowly,

retorted, “Well...You sound as if you had never been confessed to before. Haven’t you

finishing her words, Stella regretted it

two pupils but also as a competition of

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 home if you don’t have

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

Stella was shocked.

How did he know?

you wouldn’t

inhaled deeply,

It made sense.

quite annoyed because she lacked

know what

Stella looked at him in confusion as if she

you haven’t truly understood the title of the contest yet. How could you have the inspiration? When you were

frowned. For some reason, she was

added, “Hence if you want to get the inspiration, you should confess your love to someone for real. As for the man you will confess to, I might be able to take

Stella choked up.

man might give her a convincing reason, but

say something, but when the words reached the tip of her tongue,

confession, she had never spoken it out

the past, although Horace and she had crushes on each other, they didn’t take the last

man always flirted with her. He had never

confession seemed to be quite far away

one could do when he or she was just in love with someone wholeheartedly, at the best

it would be

certain age, they would feel it

wondered if the love confession only worked at the

She denied it immediately.

should happen to all lovers who were in deep

away, “I’m going to draw my draft. Hurry

Clarence was speechless.

he licked his thin

she was immersed in her inspiration and thoughts, drawing