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 before she went and

clothes were the correct

and

and saw that Clarence was making a call on the

rumbling tummy, sat

down in front of her

him a weak “Uh

depressed state and asked, “Is

exactly difficult, I just hate

not expect to draw Modesty

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

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

that,

to get himself

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

his teeth, 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

leave for work, it was already eleven in the

to her, “I have a meeting tonight, so I can’t come and

“Okay.”

by Clarence. He asked her with a dark expression,

“No.”

him when she was already very pissed

throwing a hissy fit? Couldn’t you just tell

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

your words as unimportant? Is it because I did

“Shut up!”

a good girl and stop messing around, okay? You wanted to see

at him, trying to discover gaps in his statement

Unfortunately, she failed.

was calm from the beginning, and it made her looked like she was at fault all this

gave up, lowered her head and said, “I’ll have my hands full these

“Very well.”

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

turned on her computer and started researching Modesty’s past works. Her research took her the entire

notice that Sherry brought her some

had a train of thought, wrote up

family, she saw a car that she

a