Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

When Stella came back to the Stewards’ Mansion at night, Charles was in his study.

She walked to the study and then knocked on the door. Then there came Charles’ voice, “Come in.”

Charles asked whens seeing Stella, “What’s wrong. Are you dissatisfied with Phoebe’s apology today?”

Stella said, “Ms. Steward didn’t show up. How can I be satisfied or dissatisfied with it?”

Charles narrowed his eyes when he heard the words. Apparently, he had known what happened today.

Stella continued, “But Mr. Steward, please rest assured. I come to find you for the other matter.”

Charles asked, “What’s it?”

“I plan to move out of the Stewards’ Mansion.”

Charles didn’t expect that she would suddenly mention this. He knitted his brows, seeming to be pondering something.

Stella continued in a composed voice, “I’ve considered it carefully recently. The Steward’s Mansion is an unfamiliar place for me. Now that I can’t recall what happened in my childhood, it’s unnecessary for me to stay here.”

Charles replied after a short while of silence, “Now that you insist on leaving, I won’t stop you. But the anniversary celebration of the Steward Group will be held several days later. You may leave when the celebration is over.”

Stella knitted her brows and slightly pressed her lips together.

As expected, Charles was plotting something by taking advantage of the anniversary celebration.

Seeing that Stella was silent, Charles asked, “What’s wrong? You’ve lived here for a long time. I’m just asking you to live here for several more days. Do you think that I can do anything to you?”

Stella smiled lightly, “Mr. Steward, you think too much of it. It’s just that I didn’t expect you would invite me to the anniversary celebration.”

Stella replied in a flat tone, “You said you’re Miranda’s daughter. So you should take part in the anniversary celebration of the Steward Group.”

“Now that this is the case, I won’t decline it anymore.”

Stella then came back to her bedroom. She rubbed her cheeks which were with muscle soreness. She had been wearing a fake smile for the whole day, and it was somehow tiresome.

She turned her neck left and right, picked up her clothes and then walked into the bathroom for a shower.

Just as she came out of the bathroom, she saw her phone, which was thrown onto the bed by her before, was glimmering.

lay face down on the bed and answered the call,

asked, “Have you

then continued, “Can you wait for

we agree

said, “Charles didn’t allow me to leave and asked me to wait until the end of

turned cold, “Did you agree to

give me the chance to refuse

things. I will come to

his overbearing voice, Stella said, “No need. It’s just

louder, “Do you think that he keeps you for

a gentle voice, “I know that it will not be a good

were not clear of Charles’ current plan. Therefore, only by staying here

now that Charles had asked her to stay, it meant that he would not let go of her easily. If Clarence forcibly took her away, it would only declare the conflict of the two parties. Charles was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

you tell me that since you’re by my side, Charles won’t do

“Do you believe it?”

Stella, “…”

past. Aren’t you clear of the current

worry made sense, and she didn’t want to continue this topic. “I will bring my important things tomorrow. As for the clothes, it doesn’t matter whether I will take them away or not. Is

“Not bad.”

was a bit sleepy, “Then I will

late night, there came some thunders and a

When she opened her eyes, she found that the curtains were blown

prepared to close the windows. But she

was so late now and it was raining heavily. Where was

knitted her brows. When the lights of the car

vision did Stella turn around. She watched the

sat back onto the bed and took a

pondered for a while and then put on a coat, picked up her phone and stood

that Phoebe might not know that Charles would go out in the midnight. So probably she

Stella could tell without thinking of it that the door of the study must have been

to Charles’ bedroom and gently pushed

no surveillance camera in the bedroom, Stella turned on the flashlight of her phone and

document on the desk of his bedroom

room, yet found

saw a painting which was