Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Stella's eyes curved into a crescent moon as she hugged his neck. She raised her head and pressed it against his thin lips, her breath gentle. "Happy New Year."

Clarence's pupils reflected the colorful fireworks outside the window. He stared at her, his gaze gradually burning.

It was impossible for Stella not to know what he meant.

She pushed him and whispered, "Hey, your injury hasn't healed yet. What are you thinking about..."

Before Stella could finish her words, her lips were sealed.

Clarence stroked the back of her neck with his palm, his lips and tongue encroaching on her.

When they reached the bedroom, Clarence placed her on the bed and rubbed his nose against hers. "I calculated the time. It has been three months."

Stella was speechless.

His mind was all about these messy things. It would be strange if he could rest well.

"The doctor said no."

Clarence's eyebrows moved slightly as if he wanted to say something.

Stella looked at him, afraid that he would say, 'I asked Archer, and he said yes.'

She quickly swept her eyes down. "Mr. Conrad, do you think you can do it?"

He had even got shot in the leg.

Clarence lowered his voice a little. "Let's give it a try."

Stella snapped, "Yeah right!"

Between the two of them, one was a pregnant woman, and the other got injured.

How could he have thought of that?

Just as Stella was about to get up, Clarence grabbed her wrist and pushed her back. "Be reasonable. How long do you think I can endure after you treated me like that in the hospital?"

"You deserve it."

Hearing this, Clarence's tone softened a little. "Yes, I deserve it. But since you have forgiven me, shouldn't you compensate me a little?"

He was impossible, wasn't he?

could make sense of

playing them one by one. His gaze immediately met hers, and his eyebrows moved

want it," Stella

just like that, but a few

said in a muffled voice,

had said last time that she

account the time she

but feel that it was a little funny.

go to sleep. I'm going back."

a

the bedroom door and turned to look at the person lying on the bed. The corners of her lips pressed

sat up and was about to take a shower when he

leaving?" Clarence asked.

"What are

hand propped up on the bed. His eyes

speak. Instead of pulling the door back, she slowly closed

really not leaving?"

"Cut the crap."

head, kissed him, and knelt

of the time when Stella was taking

you continue like this, I

again. Her hand also

rarely took the

always been Clarence.

in the bedroom gradually rose. Clarence put his hand on her waist and was very

his lips and slowly went down,

shoulder and said in

was first pregnant, Clarence had never made such a

and looked at him. Her eyes were wet and her face was slightly red. She had probably never done such a thing before and she had taken the initiative. She had already been embarrassed, but she was suddenly stopped by him. She did not know whether to advance

leaned over and kissed her lips. After kissing her

go to

hold his arm. Her beautiful eyes were wet

rolled violently, and every inch of his muscles tensed up. The hand that was placed on the bed was also clenched into a fist. The suppressed breathing was especially clear in

could take

unknown period of time,

a piece of paper to wipe

pain in her throat and a fishy smell. She didn't even have the strength to speak.