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

After nodding at Stella as

a long while, she stopped coughing, “Mr. Conrad... Don’t you go back to

acquisition and building of the hotel resort will be completed within one or

Stella shut up.

that he

back to her room and continue with her design. However, as soon as she moved, Clarence asked her to pour

was a bit pissed, “Mr. Conrad,

his head at all, “That’s how you

was speechless for a moment. Then she said, “Mr. Conrad, a

or she couldn’t criticize the other party or take care of the other

was almost noon, Dolores finally called Stella. After the gathering last night, Evelyn organized a trip for their mid-aged neighbors. They were heading to

would take them two

dine out

a long while,

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

sky. She blinked, and

law? How come God punished her to stay with

in a weak tone, “Mr. Conrad, let’s dine out. Ms.

asked, “Can’t

when smelling

paused his fingers that were dancing on the keyboard. He snapped the laptop, stood up, and walked into

in, she saw him take out a fish from the

swallowed and said, “Mr. Conrad, do you

your

hear

“This fish isn’t a goblin.

she hadn’t seen Clarence cook in the kitchen once. Comparing dealing with the fish, she’d rather believe that he would be more

looked at her

in silence, leaving the kitchen

waves of black smoke above

they were cooking using

less than half an hour, Clarence came out of the kitchen with a livid face. A lot of black stains were

tried hard to bite her lower lip, holding back her

her a cold glance, “Sit

around and strode into his

holding back any longer. She