Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

After eating, Stella felt so cozy, which she hadn’t felt so in the past few days.

Seeing that, Clarence asked, “Didn’t the Steward family feed you?”

Stella nestled on the sofa, “I don’t want to have meals with them at the same table. Otherwise, I’m afraid I would get the stomachache.”

In the past few days since she moved into the Steward’s, she basically had breakfast in the studio and went back after dinner.

She felt quite uncomfortable when staying with them in the same house, let alone having meals with them.

It would be worse than putting to death by dismembering the body.

Thinking of that, Stella said, “I love Alisa’s cooking so much. It’s far better than the takeout.”

Clarence said indifferently, “When you moved back, you can eat her dishes every day.”

Stella coughed, knowing what was in the wretched man’s mind. She didn’t follow the same topic. Instead, she said, “By the way, Charles Steward took me to the cemetery today, asking me to worship his late wife...”

“Did you worship her?”

“Nope. Guess whom I met there.”

Clarence asked, “Who?”

Stella answered, “William. What a coincidence. His friend’s graveyard was there as well.”

Clarence echoed casually, “That’s a coincidence truly.”

“I feel that William looks as if he has a lot of secrets.” Stella thought for a moment and then continued, “Since he is a businessman, he should know the current status of Steward Group clearly. But he chose to cooperate with Steward Group at this moment. I guess either he wanted to work with them for the time being to enlarge his company’s market, making Steward Group his stepping stone, or...”

Clarence’s eyes were darkened. Gazing at her, he asked, “Or what?”

Stella shook her head, “Nothing.”

She just had an idea suddenly - William also targeted Charles Steward.

For some reason, she also sensed that he might have something to do with Daniel.

second, she felt her thoughts

flicked her forehead with his fingers, “Have you done your job? Why are

her forehead, looking at him unhappily. Then she wanted to send him away, “You

want to

Haven’t I told you before? When I have the inspiration, usually I

inspiration more important than

retort him, Clarence

his chin on her head, he whispered, “Don’t move. Sleep with me

unconcealed tiredness

and decide to

finished drawing the draft anyway. It would be much easier for her to do

sleepy at this moment as well. She yawned and slowly closed her

fell asleep, Clarence’s voice rang out again, “If you are free

wanted to ask her to do

the possibility would be if I moved in the Steward’s and

Stella was speechless.

wretched man’s

to

“So miserable?”

that Charles Steward will invite you to

slightly raising his eyebrows, “When do you plan to let me take you home through a

kept talking about something that she didn’t want

her eyes,

Clarence didn’t

felt that her

They slept rarely soundly.

...

the door of the studio, she saw the female employees were waiting

asked, “What happened? Didn’t you bring

spoke, she was about to walk in. A girl pulled her to stop and hinted at

finger and gaped. What a

“It’s still early. You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? Go grab something to eat. It’s all on me. You can eat whatever you want. Remember to bring me a

were gone, Sherry immediately pulled out her cell

and forgotten to take it out. Besides, she muted