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…"

Clarence closed his

hand here, come on, move, don't just lie

hands, 'Never thought

him in full force, he suddenly pulled back and Stella, who

down with his hands on her waist, pressing her body

"Didn't

need much

of me," Stella

sick, be merciful."

do realize you are

her gaze, "I'm afraid you will go

was no need to act pitiful.

bedsheet. Stay still if you are too weak

arms on her waist were gone soon as she

then sat up straight. What happened just

legs slowly, "I'm

nothing I can do,"

then turned to get changing bedsheet but Clarence

you

was

looked at him, "Can you

"No."

him

up holding her hands.

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

spoke, Clarence said, "Thank you,

speechless once again.

sofa, Stella then removed the bedsheet in the

looked at the man on the sofa who was covering his eyes single-handedly. She then took a pair of clean clothes to him, “Have some rest and

“Hmm” without

clean bedsheet in his cupboard, so she went back to her place

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

of fashion is this?” Stella asked, slightly

looked up, “I thought you left me,” he said with a

took a deep breath, “I went to get a new bedsheet, change your clothes now.”

Clarence frowned, “Dirty.”