Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

After the movie, it was half-past eleven.

Stella stated, "I need to go home now."

“I'll send you,” Clarence stated in low tones.

“Okay.”

Clarence stayed mute for the entire journey. The film seemed to have a profound effect on him.

Stella smiled as she rolled down the window, letting the chilly breeze brush her face.

After some time, when the car arrived at the Steward's residence, Stella unbuckled the belt and reached for the door.

She turned as soon as her hand was on the handle and said, "I'm going."

“Would you like me to send you in?” Clarence said slowly.

“... Forget about it,” and she got out of the car.

She came to a halt after a few steps and turned to face Clarence, who did not appear to be going.

Stella believed she heard someone using the lighter as she walked away.

Clarence was, in fact, smoking.

Clarence swiftly waved his palm in front of her, attempting to sweep away the smokes noticing she came back out of a sudden. “What made you turn around?”

Stella fixed her gaze on him, her hands resting on the window frame next to him.

Clarence was perplexed.

After seeing that movie, the way she looked at him felt odd. Being gazed at made him feel uneasy. Stella inquired, "Something troubling you?" when he tried to look away.

“What could trouble me?” Clarence defended himself.

“An internet test claimed that if a pair stares at each other for more than fifteen seconds, they will start kissing, but you were avoiding me, is anything troubling you?”

“Was that a hint?”

“Err…”

set of lips with

the cigarette bud almost burnt off. His fingers caressed the back of her neck as he

away, saying, "In

were the one who started it.” Clarence gave a

at the cigarette box.

he murmured

was just a movie; why were you so

Sometimes I feel sorry for

“Sometimes?”

it

as she

back, saying, "Don't waste your time here, I'm going

her back down for another round of kisses. “You may go in

she said as she was about to walk

right," he answered.

worried and stretched her hand, "Give it

lighter and cigarette box on her

and said, "Okay, I'm going, be cautious

smoked only when something was truly troubling

a movie had

“All right,” Clarence said.

in with the cigarette and

didn't drive tonight, so

on both sides abruptly went out,

light flashed from behind her as she attempted to turn on the torch on her

the vehicle behind

reaching for her mobile again.

lights from the car were enough to guide her through the

at this hour, she didn't feel lonely but

arrived at the garden with lights and texted Clarence

a few seconds after she texted him.

the study room was wide

a habit or a preventative precaution, preventing her from entering. But