Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

When Stella woke up the next morning, her back and legs were sore and she was feeling dizzy.

She was in a lot of pain.

She sat up on the bed by supporting her body weight with one arm, and she felt as if the world was spinning around her.

At that moment, someone pushed open the door to the bedroom. Clarence’s deep voice sounded, “You’re awake, huh.”

Stella looked at him, grabbed a pillow with the little strength that she had left, and chucked it straight at him while yelling, “You bastard!”

Clarence was slightly taken back by her sudden action.

He caught the pillow, smirked and asked her, “I thought I treated you quite nicely last night, why would you treat me like this after my amazing treatment?”

Her ear was steaming red, that wretched man still dared to mention last night!

While she was drunk last night, it was not to the point that she could not remember anything.

That wretched man took advantage of her drunken status and toyed with her in various ways.

Or else why would she feel as terrible as she was right then.

Clarence got closer to her, placed the pillow on the bed and asked, “Fine, I was wrong, go and get some more sleep.”

“Go sleep yourself.”

Stella ripped the blanket away. When her feet touched the ground, her legs were still shivering.

Clarence helped her stand up, held back his laugh and said, “I’ll watch myself next time.”

“In your goddamn dreams! There will be no next time!”

Stella pushed his hands away forcefully and walked into the bathroom.

As Clarence looked at her back, he put his hand in his pants pocket and smirked, clearly satisfied.

Stella was still in a lot of pain, so she stayed in the bathtub for a while.

When she got out of the tub, she felt a lot better.

Just as she was wondering what to wear, Clarence’s sound came from the other side of the door, “Your clothes are by the door.”

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore him.

from the door before she went and

were the correct size for

deep breath and

to the living room, and saw that Clarence was making a call on the balcony. There was some porridge on

tummy, sat down

finished his call, sat down in front of

gave him a weak

saw her depressed state and asked, “Is

difficult, I just hate

she did not expect to draw Modesty Parker’s

could not tell if it was pure coincidence or just fate screwing

his brows and asked, “Is this why you’re upset? And you’re angry and ignored

she heard that, she fell

really knew how to get himself out

a mouthful of porridge, she replied, “The topic for the rematch was only revealed yesterday, it has no relation with me ignoring you

she would not say

Stella was ready to leave for work, it was already eleven in the morning. It took them thirty minutes to

have a meeting tonight, so I can’t

“Okay.”

by Clarence. He

“No.”

him when she was already very pissed off at

hissy fit? Couldn’t you just

at him, “I’ve already told you before, clearly it wasn’t important enough to

I did not agree to you about having a child?

“Shut up!”

around, okay? You wanted to see Ms. Beckham’s grandson, right? I’ll bring you there

gaps in his statement by looking

Unfortunately, she failed.

calm from the beginning, and it made her

hands full these few days thanks to

“Very well.”

the workshop, she placed her head on her desk, looked out

time later, she finally composed herself, took a deep breath, turned on her computer and started researching

Sherry brought her some snacks during

train of thought, wrote up a rough draft and

car that

chatting with a