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.

felt her

Clarence flicked her forehead with his fingers, “Have

rubbed her forehead, looking at him unhappily. Then she

still want

When I have the inspiration, usually I

more important than

retort him, Clarence pulled her

his chin on her head, he whispered, “Don’t

the unconcealed tiredness

pressed her lips and decide

had finished drawing the draft anyway. It would be

was full, Stella felt sleepy at this moment as well. She yawned and slowly

you are free in recent two days, you can tentatively ask Charles

wanted to ask her to do something important, so she sobered up immediately,

possibility would be if I moved in the Steward’s

Stella was speechless.

wretched man’s skull

“I believe the possibility that you’ll be beaten to death is pretty high. Mr. Conrad, if you don’t believe it,

“So miserable?”

that Charles Steward will invite you to move in

her with his black eyes, slightly raising his eyebrows, “When

about something that she didn’t want to

her eyes, “Just

Clarence didn’t speak

Stella felt that her waist was wrapped

They slept rarely soundly.

...

next morning, when Sherry arrived at the door of the studio, she saw the female employees were waiting at the door. They hesitated but

Didn’t

in. A girl pulled her to stop and hinted at

finger and gaped.

“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

the girls were gone, Sherry immediately pulled out her cell phone to

and forgotten to take it out.