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."

momentarily fooled by him,

her slowly. "You want to have another child,

a sound, she was

outside the window kept falling,

glass with a constant dull sound and a

Stella's fingers fondly and his eyes fell on her

clearly

a few

as he whispered,

her daze, a thought instantly flashed through her mind, then she said indifferently, "I was

this what a mosquito bite looks

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

felt that this shirking of responsibility

Clarence was speechless.

and kissed her forehead and softened his

heard his tone, she wondered if she had just gone a little too far with what she had said; after all, those

an

the mosquitoes can't get

said, "Then you should

really will take a

……

her in

phone and opened the results of the paternity test Nathan had

and slightly narrowed his black eyes, not knowing what he was

his phone and

the mist of sleep,

the bedside, resisted her sleepiness and asked in a

mosquitoes? Don't scratch it in the future, rub some ointment

she froze for a moment and her sleepiness

the ointment in his hand, turned off the wall lamp at the head of the bed, and laid down beside her again, bringing her into his arms,

against his chest, and only after a moment did she open her

"What?"

if…I can't

you can't have a child. And

even have a child, will you divorce

assumptions are invalid for facts

refute

say something delightful to coax her? She thought to herself.

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

you said at the time was that you didn't like children at all, so how did it