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?

make sense of anything.

clasped her hands, playing them one by one. His gaze immediately met hers, and his eyebrows moved slightly. His intentions were obvious.

want it," Stella

like that, but a few seconds later, he fell

was sinking into anger, he said in a muffled voice, "There are at most five months left."

had said last time that she would have a C-section in seven months'

he taken into account the time she would spend on confinement?

couldn't help but feel that it was a little funny.

to sleep. I'm going

in a low voice.

at the person

to take

Clarence

asked, "What are

pressed against his teeth, and his left hand propped up on the

did not speak. Instead of pulling the door back, she slowly

you really not leaving?"

"Cut the crap."

of him, lowered her head, kissed him, and

when Stella was taking a breath, he said,

like

again. Her hand also went down and pulled his shirt out of his pants.

rarely took the

almost always

hand on her waist and was very willing to cooperate with

left his lips and slowly went down, his smiling eyes became dark

her intentions, he grabbed her shoulder and said in a

pregnant, Clarence had never made such a request.

head 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

leaned over and kissed her lips. After kissing her gently for a while, he

go to

to hold his arm. Her beautiful eyes were wet and she looked at him without a

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

could take his life.

unknown period of time, everything quieted down.

a piece of paper to wipe the corners of her mouth and pursed his lips. "I'll get you

fishy smell. She didn't even have the strength