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,

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

could make a sound, she was

kept falling,

on the glass with a constant dull sound and

Stella's fingers fondly and his eyes fell

skin there felt clearly

a few pinholes left on

he whispered, "What is

a thought instantly flashed through her mind, then she said indifferently, "I was bitten by mosquitos, and it

a mosquito bite

and plants next

felt that this shirking of responsibility

Clarence was speechless.

down and kissed her forehead and softened his tone of

gone a little too far with what

an

can't get in by closing the window screen. I

you should reflect

man really will take a mile if I

……

tucked her in and walked to the

the results of the

and slightly narrowed his black eyes, not knowing

a while, he put away his phone

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

eyes slightly, looked at the man sitting on the bedside, resisted her sleepiness and asked in a soft voice, "What are

in the future, rub some ointment on

Stella heard these words, she froze for a moment and her

wall lamp at the head of the bed, and laid down beside her

only after a moment did she

"What?"

me if…I can't have

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

we didn't even have a child, will you

invalid for facts that already

refute his

delightful to coax her? She

reach her ears, "I remember

what you said at the time was that you didn't like children at all, so how did it turn out that you don't like them