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.

he got away from the door before

clothes were the correct size

and slowly put on

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

her rumbling tummy, sat

a while, Clarence had finished his call, sat down in front of her and asked, “Did the topic of

him a weak “Uh

her depressed state and asked, “Is it

not exactly difficult, I

expect to draw Modesty

not tell if it was pure coincidence or just

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

that, she fell

really knew how to get himself out of

was only

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

was ready to leave for work, it was already eleven in the morning. It

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

“Okay.”

about to open the door, she was pulled back by Clarence. He asked her with a dark expression, “Are you still mad at

“No.”

mad at him

are you throwing a hissy fit? Couldn’t you

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

words as unimportant? Is it because I did not agree

“Shut up!”

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

at him, trying to discover gaps in his statement by looking at his

Unfortunately, she failed.

expression was calm from the beginning, and it made her looked like

have my hands full these few days thanks to the rematch. Let’s talk about this

“Very well.”

her head on her desk, looked out

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

Sherry

thought, wrote up a rough draft and

was entering the Steward family, she saw a car

a stranger in