Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Stella approached and touched his forehead. It was burning hot and both his hair and pillow were wet.

She frowned, 'He sleeps with his hair wet last night?'

Stella then opened up the curtains for some air and called, "Clarence, can you hear me? Wake up, I'll send you to the hospital."

He didn't reply but held her hand.

Stella couldn't struggle free from his grip, 'He is sick, where does his energy come from?' She thought.

His condition didn't allow her to send him to the hospital.

Stella reached for her mobile in her bag and called Nathan, "Clarence is having a high fever now, come and send him to the hospital if your meeting is done, I can't manage by myself."

Nathan lowered his voice, "I need to stay till night here, I will send Mr. Conrad's doctor over, in the meantime, please take good care of him."

Nathan ended the call right away, leaving no room for Stella to reject.

Stella was at loss for words.

Since when did she agree to take care of him?

She let out a long sigh, set her mobile aside, took out some tissues in her bag, and began wiping off the sweats on his forehead, mumbling, "Of course you will get a fever sleeping with wet hair like this."

She then put her hands under the blanket once she finished wiping his sweats.

Indeed, his clothes and bedsheet were wet by his sweats too.

Stella called him once again, "Clarence, can you wake up? Go to rest on the sofa while I change your bedsheet."

Clarence's eyebrows moved and slowly opened his eyes.

Stella waved her hand before his eyes, "Can you hear me?"

Clarence opened his lips and asked in a husky voice, "Why are you here?"

Stella remained calm and used his favorite excuse, "Passing by."

She continued after a pause, "The doctor will be here soon, go to the sofa while I…"

closed his

here, come

pulling him up with both hands, 'Never thought that this wretched

and Stella, who wasn't prepared, was pulled forward and fell onto

up but Clarence pushed her down with his

clenched her teeth, "Didn't

much energy doing

me,"

sick, be

you are sick,

her gaze, "I'm afraid you will go away if I let

There was no need to act

to change your bedsheet. Stay still if you are too weak to move, I

arms on her waist were gone soon as

then sat up straight. What happened just now made her sweat and

his legs

I can

changing bedsheet but

promise you won't go

Stella was

looked at him,

"No."

him up,

up holding

of relief but he put his arm on her shoulder and leaned onto her body

you, I feel dizzy the

speechless

sofa, Stella then removed the bedsheet

turned and looked at the man on the sofa who was covering his eyes single-handedly. She then

with “Hmm” without moving.

so she went back to her place to get the new bedsheet she

sat on the sofa half-naked, looking blank and lost the moment she returned to the

kind of fashion is this?”

“I thought you left me,” he said

deep breath, “I went to get a new bedsheet, change

Clarence frowned, “Dirty.”