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.

the next second, she felt her thoughts

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

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

want to continue with

I have the inspiration, usually

more

him, Clarence pulled her

whispered, “Don’t move. Sleep with me for a

heard the unconcealed tiredness in

her lips and decide to go

finished drawing the draft anyway. It would be

this moment as well. She yawned and slowly closed

asleep, Clarence’s voice rang out again, “If you are free in recent two days,

do something important, so she sobered up immediately, “What

the possibility would be if I moved

Stella was speechless.

open the wretched man’s skull to see what

away Clarence, she said crossly, “I believe the possibility that you’ll be beaten to death is pretty high.

“So miserable?”

expect that Charles Steward will

eyes, slightly raising his eyebrows, “When do you plan

talking about something that she didn’t

her eyes,

didn’t

a daze, Stella felt that her waist was wrapped by

They slept rarely soundly.

...

when Sherry arrived at the door of the studio, she saw the female employees were waiting at the door.

“What happened? Didn’t

was about to walk in. A girl pulled her to stop and hinted at her to keep quiet. Then

and

still early. You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? Go grab something to eat. It’s all

Sherry immediately pulled out her cell phone to dial Stella’s

the office and forgotten to take it out. Besides, she muted it