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…"

weak." Clarence closed his

come

'Never thought that

suddenly pulled back and Stella, who wasn't prepared, was pulled forward and

pushed her down with his hands on her

her teeth, "Didn't you say

need much

go of me," Stella said.

sick, be

realize you are sick, so

her gaze, "I'm

was speechless. There was no need to act

going away, I just want to change your bedsheet. Stay still if you are too weak

her waist were gone soon as

just now made her sweat and tired.

up and bent his legs slowly, "I'm dizzy," he said

can do,"

to get changing bedsheet

you won't go

Stella was

him, "Can you

"No."

pull him up, "I will help you

stood up holding her hands.

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

"Thank you,

speechless once

had finally managed to move Clarence to the sofa, Stella then removed the

and looked at the man on the sofa who was covering his eyes single-handedly. She then took a pair of clean

“Hmm”

cupboard, so she went back to her

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

fashion is this?” Stella asked,

left me,” he said with a husky

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

Clarence frowned, “Dirty.”