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.

got away from the door

the correct

took a deep breath and slowly put on her

and saw that Clarence was making a call on the balcony. There was some porridge on the

rubbed her rumbling tummy, sat down and starting

in front of her and asked, “Did the

him a weak

saw her depressed state and

not exactly difficult, I

did not expect to draw Modesty

if it was pure coincidence or just fate screwing

why you’re upset? And you’re angry and ignored

that, she fell

how to get himself out of bad

she replied, “The topic for the rematch was only revealed yesterday, it has no relation with me

but did not press on with his question, as he was aware that she would not say anything to him anyway. He said, “I’ll

work, it was already eleven in the morning. It took them thirty

to her, “I have a meeting tonight, so I can’t come and fetch you. Remember to go home

“Okay.”

was pulled back by Clarence. He asked her with a dark expression, “Are you still mad at

“No.”

him when she was already

frowned, “Then why are you throwing a hissy fit? Couldn’t you just tell me what’s

stared at him, “I’ve already told you before,

words as unimportant? Is it because I

“Shut up!”

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

at him, trying to discover gaps in his statement by

Unfortunately, she failed.

made her

and said, “I’ll have my hands full these few days thanks to the rematch. Let’s talk about this

“Very well.”

placed her head on her desk, looked out the window and dazed

time later, she finally composed herself, took a deep breath, turned on her computer and started researching Modesty’s past works. Her

notice that Sherry brought her some snacks during tea

had a train of thought, wrote up a rough draft and left

saw a car that she had never seen before parked in the

was chatting with a stranger in