Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Stella unlocked her phone and clicked open the photos one by one.

Sherry also sandwiched a few private photos at the end, which were photos of Channing and Winnie together.

They looked surprisingly well-matched standing together, even the meticulously decorated backdrop behind them looked less impressive.

When Stella got home, she changed her shoes and went into the bedroom. After that, she took out the photo album from the bookcase, went back to the sofa, got out her phone, and carefully compared the looks of William and Channing.

Clarence walked over and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "What are you doing?"

Stella wriggled and was a little annoyed, "Stop it, I have serious business."

Clarence's gaze fell on the photo album and the phone in her hands, and he knew what she was doing with just one sweeping glance.

After repeatedly comparing them, Stella then said to Clarence, "Look, didn't Channing and my dad look very alike when they were young?"

"Really? I thought they were pretty much the same."

Stella doubted it.

She didn't understand, "What do you mean by pretty much the same?"

Clarence took the photo album in her hand and flipped through it casually. "It means that good-looking people all have the same characteristics."

Wut?

Clarence continued, "Of course, I'm different from them."

Wut again?

She grumbled, "Do you dare to say this in front of my dad?"

Clarence froze for a moment and resigned himself to silence.

Stella took the photo album back and muttered in a low voice, "But I don't think Chan looks like the young Jeffrey, why?"

"Have you seen pictures of Jeffrey when he was young?"

"...No."

"That's it."

Stella didn't give up and said, "But you really don't think their eyebrows and profiles are very similar? Was there a problem with the last DNA test...?"

Clarence said, "What you should be thinking about now is not this."

was momentarily fooled by him,

back of her neck with his hand and kissed her slowly. "You want to have another

Stella could make a sound, she was carried into the

kept falling, and

raindrops smashed on the glass with a constant dull sound

fingers fondly and his eyes fell

clearly

appeared to have a few pinholes left on

gradually slowed down as he whispered,

line of sight and looked over. In her daze, a thought instantly flashed through her mind, then she

what a mosquito

mosquitoes are tiny. It's your fault for planting so many flowers and

felt that this shirking of responsibility

Clarence was speechless.

was silent for a few seconds, leaned down and kissed her forehead and

if she had just gone a little too far with what she had said; after all, those plants

an

a big deal. Generally, the mosquitoes can't get in by closing the window

you should reflect on

man really will take a mile if

……

fell asleep, Clarence tucked her in and walked

opened the results of the paternity

and slightly narrowed his black

his phone and turned to

through the mist of sleep, and she vaguely smelled a

slightly, looked at the man sitting on the bedside, resisted her

say you were bitten by mosquitoes? Don't scratch it in the future, rub some ointment on it. Bring it to the

she froze for a moment and her sleepiness

the head of the bed, and laid down beside her again, bringing her into his arms,

leaned her head against his chest, and only after

"What?"

can't have a baby in

doesn't matter if you can't have a child. And we already

again, "What if we didn't even have a child, will

invalid for

couldn't refute his

to coax her? She thought

continued to reach her ears, "I remember I said that I don't like children much, I only like

said, "But if I remember correctly, what you said at the time was that you didn't like children at all, so how did it turn out that you