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."

fooled by

neck with his hand and kissed her slowly. "You want to have another child, then you should always take

make a sound, she was carried into the

outside the window kept falling, and

constant dull

his eyes fell on

clearly different

a

slowed down as he whispered,

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

what a

those mosquitoes are tiny. It's your fault for planting so many flowers and plants next to the studio. There will be

felt that this shirking of responsibility was

Clarence was speechless.

and kissed her forehead and

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

just an excuse

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

you should reflect

'This man really will take a mile if I give him

……

fell asleep, Clarence tucked her

the results of the paternity

slightly narrowed his black eyes, not

while, he put away his phone and turned to leave the

through the mist of sleep, and she vaguely smelled a fresh

at the man sitting on the bedside, resisted

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

Stella heard these words, she froze for a moment

of the bed, and laid down beside her again, bringing her into his arms, "Okay, let's

his chest, and only after a moment did

"What?"

you despise me if…I can't have a

you can't have a child. And we already have

asked again, "What if we didn't even have

are invalid for

couldn't refute

he say something delightful to coax

around and sleep, Clarence's voice continued to reach her ears, "I remember I said that I don't like children

time was that you didn't like children at