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 of aloofness and

out of the bed, “It’s fine if you don’t want to see me now. 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 if you come back. I should have learned that you detest me

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

Clarence was rendered speechless.

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

I wrong? You’re sick and I asked you to take some medicine. But you refused it and even wanted me to leave.

that he was in the wrong, Clarence stood up and then sat down on a

the tears in her eyes immediately

was

talented in dealing with this

that Clarence almost finished the porridge, Stella went out to pour some water for him and took some cold cures into the

on the sofa with his back against the sofa, Clarence

water and the cold cures on the

an answer,

bathed in the rain and then had a cold bath. You

walked to Clarence and stood behind him. Then she

and

said in a low voice,

became stiff and he abruptly

I have to tell you that it was not your fault and you don’t have to bear any consequences for

Clarence remained silent.

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

Steward family would not be involved in this matter if they didn’t intervene in the matters in City N. And Lyndon wouldn’t have

stunned and her hand stiffened in the

car accident, but your mother also had to escape with you and marry Jeffery, and even Jeffery sold you to Twilight Club…

and then continued, “Do you still think that I’m

what to say. Therefore, she didn’t give

his eyes, stood up and

deserve anything, no matter it

extravagant hopes to

good that he could learn this early. At least she could

Or Alexander Hans who could even accept his

good choices