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.

she felt her thoughts way too

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

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

you still want to

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

more

Stella could retort him, Clarence pulled her into his

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

the unconcealed tiredness in his

pressed her lips and decide

finished drawing the draft anyway. It would be

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

you are free in recent two days, you can tentatively

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

the possibility would be if I

Stella was speechless.

she could open the wretched man’s skull

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

“So miserable?”

Conrad, do you expect that Charles Steward will

raising his eyebrows, “When

talking about something that she didn’t want

her

Clarence didn’t

a daze, Stella felt that her

They slept rarely soundly.

...

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

“What happened? Didn’t you bring the

pulled her to stop and

finger and

you? Go grab something to eat. It’s all on me.

the girls were gone, Sherry immediately pulled out

her phone in the office and forgotten to take