Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

On the second day, when Stella woke up, the sun was shining outside the window.

Yawning, she went downstairs. Faintly, she saw someone sitting in the yard. She didn’t look closer, “Good morning, Ms. Anderson.”

“It’s almost ten o’clock. Morning?”

Stella was shocked.

She rubbed her eyes, only to find that it wasn’t Ms. Anderson who was sitting at the stone table. Instead, it was Clarence who was having breakfast.

Stella was taken aback, “Where is Ms. Anderson?”

“She’s out.”

Stella gaped and said, “Why are you here?”

Clarence turned around and cast her a glance. He said in a flat tone, “Why can’t I be here?”

That made sense.

Anyway, he’s Ms. Anderson’s son. He had proper reasons to be here.

Stella wondered if the mother and the son had been reconciled.

Noticing that Stella’s expression kept changing, Clarence withdrew his gaze, “If you continue getting lost here, you can have lunch directly.”

It wasn’t until now did Stella came back to her senses. She went to the kitchen and got her breakfast.

After sitting opposite Clarence, she found that the sleeves on his white shirt were rolled up. The collar was open slightly. It seemed that he had stayed here overnight.

There were another two or three empty rooms in Ms. Anderson’s house, but Stella was surprised that he directly stayed here overnight. Didn’t they need to calm down their feelings?

Staying in the same house and having breakfast at the same table with him again, Stella had an indescribable feeling.

Clarence put down his spoon, “Can you get full just by staring at me?”

Stella immediately lowered her head, taking sips of the porridge in her bowel.

While she was eating, there were a few knocks on the door. Then, Nathan came in with a suitcase in his hands, “Mr. Conrad, here are your clothes.”

Stella was confused.

She wondered if that meant Clarence would stay here for a long time.

“Put it over

nodded slightly. After nodding at Stella as greeting, he

up directly. After a long while, she stopped coughing, “Mr. Conrad...

think the acquisition and building of the hotel

Stella shut up.

hoped that he could ignore her

to her room and continue with her design. However, as soon as she moved, Clarence asked her to pour a glass of water for

bit

all, “That’s how you thank

“Mr. Conrad, a

the other one, he or she couldn’t criticize the

night, Evelyn organized a trip for their mid-aged neighbors. They were heading to a few places of interest for a

two days

you and Clare can dine out these days.

silent for a long while,

less. Clare always talks harshly but he’s soft-hearted. You

phone, Stella looked up at the sky. She

come God punished her to stay with Clarence alone

tone, “Mr. Conrad, let’s

“Can’t

when smelling the

were dancing on the keyboard. He snapped the laptop, stood up, and walked

out a fish from the bucket, wash it, and grab the kitchen knife aside, ready to cut

do you

of your business.

hear it screaming in

isn’t a goblin. Why

their three-year marriage, she hadn’t seen Clarence cook in the kitchen once. Comparing dealing with the fish, she’d rather believe that he would

looked at her

in silence, leaving

after, she saw waves of black smoke above

they

the kitchen with a livid face. A

tried hard to bite her lower lip, holding

her a cold glance,

he turned around and strode into his

any longer. She burst into