Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

After ending the call, Stella stood on the balcony for a long time.

The rain became bigger and bigger and there were barely any passengers on the streets in the distance. Only rows of street lings stood in the rain lonely.

After a long while, Stella heaved a long sigh, walked to the kitchen, turned off the fire, ladled the porridge into a bowl, put the bowl onto a tray and then walked into the bedroom.

The lights of the bedroom were all off and it was so quiet that Stella could even hear the sound of the rain dropping onto the glass.

Stella put the tray on the tea table, turned on a wall lamp and walked to Clarence, only to find that Clarence had closed his eyes and had steady breaths. It seemed like he had fallen asleep.

Stella reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead and felt relieved when learning that Clarence didn’t have a fever.

Stella subconsciously knitted her brows when thinking that Clarence’s body still felt so cold while he had fallen asleep for a long time.

Stella reached her hand under the quilt, wanting to check whether Clarence’s hands were cold or not.

But the moment she touched his hand, her wrist was grasped.

Stella felt a whirl of dizziness and at the next moment, she lay onto the bed.

Clarence confined her under his body with his big hand grasping her wrist. He fixed his black eyes on her and asked in a husky voice, “Which part do you want to touch?”

Stella was rendered speechless.

She turned her head to look at him. She could feel that his hand which was grasping her wrist was also cold.

Stella looked up at him, “I prepared some porridge. Eat some.”

Clarence rubbed the veins on her wrist gently with his fingers and said in a bland tone, “I don’t have any appetite.”

“You have to eat something even if you don’t have the appetite. Eat the porridge and then eat some cold cures and then go to bed. Otherwise, you will easily get sick. Exactly, you’re a bit sick now. Hurry up to take medicine.”

“Isn’t it good if I’m sick?”

When Stella prepared to say something, Clarence continued, “If I’m sick, no one will bother you and you can do the things you like.”

Clarence then let go of her, turned over and sat up by the bedside.

an overwhelming aura

I will leave right away. Anyway, you didn’t plan to marry me at the beginning. Even though we got married later, you seldom came back home and would be indifferent to me even

breath, her voice trembling, “Rest assured. I will keep a distance from you. The farther, the better. You will not feel bothered

Clarence was rendered speechless.

around and stopped her, “What nonsense are you talking about? I didn’t

You’re sick and I asked you to take some medicine. But you refused it and even wanted me to leave. Don’t you have such

on a sofa. He picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him, “Forget my

the tears in her eyes immediately

trick was

talented in dealing

pour some water for him and took some cold

sofa with his back against the

of water and the cold cures on the tea table,

answer, “A little

and then had a cold bath. You

was complaining, she still walked to Clarence and stood behind him. Then

again and

while, Stella said in a low voice, “I

became stiff and he abruptly

continued, “I know you must feel bad now, but I have to tell you that it was not your fault and you don’t have to bear

Clarence remained silent.

point, “Archer told me that Mr. Bancroft James didn’t order his men to

involved in this matter if they didn’t intervene in the matters in City N. And Lyndon wouldn’t have gotten any opportunities to

was stunned and her

and marry Jeffery, and even Jeffery sold you to Twilight Club…

you still think that I’m not the one to be

to say something, yet she didn’t know what to say. Therefore, she

stood up and left

man like him didn’t deserve anything, no matter it was family affection,

extravagant hopes to

that he could learn this early. At least she could have the chance to choose

who could even

good choices for