Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

In the late night, the rain became bigger and bigger. Browsing the news on the Internet, Modesty felt so bothered.

When the car stopped in front of the hotel, she got off the car and quickly walked towards the hotel with an umbrella.

She used the umbrella to hide her face all the way and even didn’t close it in the life.

Standing in front of the room and Arthur told her before, Modesty reached out to press the doorbell.

The door was opened soon. Arthur only wrapped his lower body with a bath towel. When seeing Modesty, he said with evil intention, “Nice. You arrive so quickly.”

Modesty looked at him coldly, “What the hell do you want?”

Arthur studied her from top to toe and said, “Come in first. How boring it will be if we just stand here.”

Modesty only closed the umbrella after walking into the room. She put it in a corner.

Arthur walked towards the wine cabinet while saying, “Take a seat.”

Modesty had been landing her gaze on him when she sat down on the sofa in the living room.

After a short wine, Arthur walked over with two glasses of red wine and put one of them in front of Modesty, “No matter what, I have to congratulate you for winning the championship.”

When speaking, Arthur picked up the glass of red wine for Modesty.

Modesty knitted her brows. Suppressing the disgust and hatred in her heart, she took the glass from Arthur and took a sip under his gaze.

Arthur looked at her with satisfaction.

Modesty put the glass on the table, “You can tell me how much you want. I will try my best to satisfy you.”

“Nope.” Arthur raised his chin and gulped down the red wine in his glass. He then sat beside Modesty, “If what I want is money, I won’t ask you to come here. Ms. Barton has a lot of money. I ask you here to talk about our private affair.”

When speaking, he put his hand on Modesty’s thigh.

Modesty abruptly stood up, “Behave yourself!”

his expression and said coldly, “You come to my room, and

“I come here because…”

suddenly felt

the sofa, Arthur curled his lips into a

took out the fruit knife and uncontrollably stammered in a shaking voice, “Don’t…

you come here with some

became dizzier and dizzier, even finding it difficult to maintain

onto the sofa violently, “Now that this’s the case, I won’t show

the instinct, but when she felt the sharp pain from her private part,

hear the

finally lost its efficacy. Trembling all over, Modesty proper herself up from the ground, casually grabbed a cloth to cover

eyes and lit a

a phone to Modesty, “The evidence is in the phone. You

bit her lower lip with great force.

breathed out smoke and then continued, “After all I don’t have too much courage. If the police interrogate me, I will get nervous and may tell them about your unpresentable transaction. It doesn’t matter to me. But you’re different. It was not easy for you to win the championship of the Young Designers’ Contest. It

time, and then she began to

can come to me whenever I call you, I

sides were clenched into

rampant laughter sounded from

the house that she was living in now.

with rain and the alley, which had always been water logged, was full of water now and she couldn’t see the

along the alley. Her shoes and clothes had

knocked at the door with great

the knocking sound finally woke up her neighbor. An old man, aged around seventy years old, wobbled out of his home.

around and asked furiously,

sick several days ago and was sent the hospital, yet he hasn’t come back since then. It has been a long

“What about Adolph?”

back again either after sending

the words, the old man came

the flowerpot. The flowerpot hit the

sound. He shook his head,

then went to Adolph’s home, trying to find out some