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 way too

in thought, Clarence flicked her forehead with his fingers, “Have you done

forehead, looking at him unhappily. Then she wanted to send him

still want to continue with your

When I have the inspiration, usually I won’t sleep at

your inspiration more important than your

Stella could retort him, Clarence pulled her into his

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

heard the unconcealed tiredness

pressed her lips and decide to go

had finished drawing the draft anyway. It would be much easier for

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

you are free in recent two days, you

wanted to ask her to do something important, so she

be if

Stella was speechless.

that she could open the wretched man’s skull to see what

crossly, “I believe the possibility that you’ll be beaten to

“So miserable?”

Conrad, do you expect that Charles Steward

her with his black eyes, slightly raising his eyebrows, “When do you plan to let me take you home through

He kept talking about something that she

closed her eyes, “Just

didn’t

a daze, Stella felt that her waist was wrapped by

They slept rarely soundly.

...

she saw the female employees were waiting

“What happened? Didn’t you

walk in. A girl pulled her to stop and hinted at her to keep quiet. Then she pointed towards the

and gaped.

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

Sherry immediately pulled out her cell

and forgotten to take it out. Besides,