Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Clarence said flatly in a business tone, “I have a gambling party tonight. Can you go with me?”

Stella was a bit stunned. She then nodded her head, “Okay.”

“Can we have dinner now?”

Stella laughed drily and returned the document to him, “Mr. Conrad, it depends on you.”

Clarence leaned against the chair and closed his eyes.

Two minutes later, Stella’s phone rang.

It was a call from Emmett.

Stella turned her head to take a glance at Clarence. She didn’t know whether he had fallen asleep or not. After hesitating for several seconds, she picked up her phone.

Emmett said, “Stella, Sherry told me what has happened. Do you need my help?”

Stella subconsciously wanted to decline him, but she changed her mind at the next moment, “Okay, thank you.”

Clarence slowly opened his eyes.

After ending the call, Stella turned to look at Clarence and her eyes met with his calm and unfathomable eyes in the air.

Clarence shifted his gaze and said in a flat tone, “We arrive. Get off the car.”

Originally, Stella had planned not to eat anything. However, for a person who hadn’t had lunch, watching another person having dinner in front of her was a total torture.

She took a deep breath and then walked out of the restaurant to buy something to eat.

Looking at her back, Clarence asked expressionlessly, “What’s in her mind?”

Nathan, who stood aside, didn’t know how to reply it.

Stella had showed her attitude clearly – she wanted to make a clear break with Clarence.

Even though Mr. Conrad tried his best to create a chance to get along with her, it wouldn’t work for too much.

Stella’s mind was simple. Now that she couldn’t evade meeting that wretched man, she would face it calmly.

Clarence suddenly stood up and followed Stella out of the restaurant.

Outside of the restaurant…

Stella just bought a packed food from a convenient store. When she sat at the table, split the disposable chopsticks and prepared to enjoy her dinner, someone suddenly pulled aside her food. At the next moment, he snatched her chopsticks.

Stella was astonished while at the same time annoyed, “Mr. Conrad, aren’t you having dinner?”

“It tastes bad.”

How could

a flat tone, “Then why didn’t you eat the

Stella, “…”

up the food she bought just now with the chopsticks

felt that she almost died of

bought another packed food again. She then

down his chopsticks and pressed the tip of his tongue against

walk into the convenience store again and bought a bottle of water,

up at

regard it as a compensation for the food you bought. You can throw it away if you don’t want

strode towards the Rolls-Royce

and then at the glass of warm

man was right. This was a

make things difficult for

picked up the glass, lifted her chin and then gulped down

…

In the Twilight Club…

coming to this club together

was weird that every time she came here before, she would be overwhelmed by

this time, she didn’t feel

those humiliating past had disappeared along

not far away calmly. It seemed like

couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Conrad,

flat tone,

“What…”

but it was too late for her

I walked past that corner and begged me to

“…”

She had expected this.

give Clarence any reply no matter what he said, because the subsequence would not

continued, “Although I’m not a good man, sometimes I would

He must have many

in the end, she becomes

“…”

the

her teeth, “Mr. Conrad, can you please shut

at her and said in a cold voice, “I’m talking about Nathan. Why are you so

Stella, “…”

Nathan, “…”

thought that he should have some professional quality, took a step forwards after a mental struggle, “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad is right. I encountered a problem in this club before and

at him emotionlessly as if

why I was here before. It all started from my mom’s