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.

didn’t stop him from eating lunch, did she? Why

him, Stella believed that she should be polite. Reluctantly, she asked, “Mr. Conrad, what

she had to stand here, waiting for the food

said, “Up to

glancing in it quickly. She realized that no matter what

yet, he couldn’t eat something stimulating. Otherwise, he

took out two eggs, deciding to make a steamed egg

ready when the potato stuffed chicken wings

of whisked egg into the steamer, Stella looked over at the man who was sitting at the dining table, “Mr. Conrad, you may wait upstairs. I can deliver

you if I

her lips without

Time passed by.

you said you

what he meant, “Well, this is not so strong. But it depends. If he

starved, but the little fellow in her belly was

at her belly without speaking anything

rubbed her nose, continuing to watch the

He had

after, the twenty minutes were

opened the lid of the pot and the

green onions. Then she picked up the chicken wings and put them into a

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

at the food in front of him and glanced over

and hadn’t taken a bite yet. She heard his question and followed his gaze into her own plate. Then she looked over at

steamed egg custard looked not delicious at all compared to

difference was too

had lunch yet, have you? So you can’t eat anything spicy or oily. Otherwise, you may

said in a flat tone expressionlessly, “You know it very well.

Stella was speechless.

reminded her of

wondered if he

chicken wings into the plate and pushed it to Clarence, “Mr.

retorted unhappily, “When did I tell you I want

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

pull back the plate, but Clarence cast

with his lips