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…"

too weak." Clarence closed his

here, come on, move, don't

both hands, 'Never thought

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

down with his hands on her waist, pressing her body against his.

"Didn't you

much energy doing

of me,"

sick, be merciful."

you are

"I'm afraid you will go away

There was no need to act pitiful.

just want to change your bedsheet. Stay still if you are too weak to move, I will have

waist were gone soon

happened just now made her sweat

his legs slowly, "I'm dizzy," he said softly.

nothing I can do," Stella

changing bedsheet

promise you won't

Stella was helpless.

looked at him, "Can you

"No."

arms to pull him up, "I

up holding

relief but he put his arm on

you, I feel dizzy the

speechless once again.

managed to move Clarence to the sofa, Stella then removed the bedsheet in 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 change your

with “Hmm” without moving.

so she went back to her place to get the new

blank and lost the

kind of fashion is this?” Stella asked, slightly

up, “I thought you left me,” he

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

Clarence frowned, “Dirty.”