Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Due to the nightmare in the afternoon, Stella couldn’t fall asleep at midnight, her eyes widely open.

Hence, she got up and started sorting out the design drafts recently.

In the past few weeks, she was out of town, so she worked online. Since now she had returned to City N, she should go back to SG Jewelry Magazine and report.

When she was half done, Stella heard the footsteps in the corridor. The next second, she heard the door of the bedroom next door was open.

She guessed that it must be Clarence who came back.

Subconsciously, Stella checked the time on her cell phone - one o’clock in the morning.

When they were in Anqiao Street, she always felt that the wretched man was quite idle. Except that he occasionally dealt with the documents delivered by Nathan, he kept making trouble to her for the rest of the time. However, as soon as he returned to City N, he got so busy.

After sorting out the drafts, Stella felt starved.

She opened her door, went downstairs to the kitchen, and started looking for food.

She checked the food in the fridge, but she didn’t have an appetite to eat them. Fortunately, there were plenty of ingredients. She decided to cook by herself.

Stella took out the chicken wings and potatoes. She wanted to potato stuffed chicken wings.

Since the chicken wings were washed ahead, she only needed to take out the bones and soak the chicken into the cooking wine. Then she would cut the potato into slices and stuff them into the chicken wings. After that, she only needed to deep fry them together.

After it was done, she poured some water into the pot and turned down the gas to boil them. It would be ready in another twenty minutes.

Stella put back the lid, wiped her hands, and turned around, only to find that Clarence was leaning against the door of the kitchen with both hands in his trousers pockets. He was watching her in silence.

Stella was shocked, wondering when the wretched man came to the kitchen.

Clarence asked flatly, “Haven’t you had enough for dinner?”

Stella shook her head, “Yes, I have. I’m just hungry again.”

After that, she was afraid that the wretched man would mock her for eating much. She added tentatively, “It’s past one in the morning now. Isn’t it normal to have a midnight snack?”

Clarence strode over, pulled a chair away from the dining table, and sat down, “You’re starved after having dinner, ready for the midnight snack. I haven’t had lunch yet. What do you think?”

Stella was speechless.

she? Why

polite. Reluctantly, she asked, “Mr. Conrad, what would you like

had to stand here, waiting for

said, “Up

quickly. She realized that no matter what she would cook, it would

eat something stimulating. Otherwise, he

two eggs, deciding to make

should be ready when the potato stuffed chicken wings

over at the man who was sitting at the dining table, “Mr. Conrad, you may wait upstairs. I can deliver it to you when

I disturbing you

curled her lips without

Time passed by.

Clarence suddenly asked, “Didn’t you said you couldn’t bear the

understood what he meant, “Well, this is not so strong. But it depends. If he doesn’t bother

most important was not only she was starved,

at her belly

rubbed her nose, continuing to watch

belly at all. He had shown the little conscience that he

the twenty

pot and the food’s smell spread in

sesame seeds and chopped green onions. Then she picked up the chicken wings and put them into

sprinkled sesame seeds and chopped green onions on it. She put the bowl in front of

food in front of him and glanced over the

bite yet. She heard his question

steamed egg custard looked not delicious at all compared

difference was too

you haven’t had lunch yet, have you? So you can’t eat anything

cast her a glance and said in a flat tone expressionlessly, “You know it very well. It

Stella was speechless.

her of her

if he did

another clean plate. She put half chicken wings into the plate and pushed it to Clarence, “Mr. Conrad, since you want to eat them so much, you can eat the chicken wings after finishing the

Clarence retorted unhappily, “When did I tell you

probably I misunderstood you. Mr. Conrad, it’s alright. Forget

back the plate, but Clarence cast her a cold

denied with his lips