Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella simply closed her eyes and just wanted to ignore him.

The moment the wretched man talked about a certain topic, she knew what was he actually planning.

Perhaps because the tipsy feeling of the wine was too intense, on the way back, Stella did not drift off and was just being dazed. She kept feeling that a tendon inside her head was slightly painful.

Not knowing how long it took, the car finally stopped.

Stella slowly opened her eyes and when she was about to open the car door to leave, Clarence’s voice rang out indifferently, “You don’t invite me up to have a rest?”

“…Does Mr. Conrad still need me to invite.”

Clarence raised his eyebrows and did not deny it.

In the elevator, Stella’s slender eyebrows were furrowed as she gently rubbed her temples.

Clarence glanced at her, “You can’t drink but you still want to get drunk like others.”

Stella took a deep breath, who the hell was all this because of?

The door was opened. The living room was quiet. Sherry should have gone to bed.

Stella walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Just before she was about to drink it, the glass in her hand was snatched away.

Clarence said, “How can you drink cold water in such weather.”

Finished speaking, Clarence took the glass and went into the kitchen.

Not long after, he came out with boiled water and placed it in front of her. He asked without any signs, “How to make a sobering soup.”

Stella was lying on the table. Probably because she did not expect him to say that, she froze before saying, “What?”

Clarence said, “Aren’t you not feeling well.”

Stella laughed dryly twice, “I’m just a little dizzy. I’ll be fine after sleeping, I don’t need to bother Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence stared at her expressionlessly and just repeated, “How to do it.”

want to say

finished speaking, she directly lay on

to applaud for this excuse

for two seconds, his tongue rested against his teeth and

while, Stella heard the sound of banging and crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street. She was really afraid that this wretched man would blow

her head and saw Clarence’s tall back under

felt

supported her chin with one hand and just quietly looked at him

just resting on the back of the chair opposite her. The cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up and he was

quite far from him, she could feel that he

watched, she suddenly could not help

dog had its

past, when Clarence came home while being drunk, she not only was at his mercy but also got a

She should have been happy but for some reason, she

Stella slowly withdrew her gaze, took the glass of warm water in front of her

glass of water entered her stomach, very soon, a

a little

in the bowl as well as

think I don’t…need this, I suddenly feel that I’m actually not that

it before you say, if

felt that if she did not drink, he might pour it directly into

both hands, slowly placed it

and fishy taste instantly

could not help but cough

she was drinking something made of

then took the bowl from her hand. He patted her back

it’s better not to force yourself to do something you’re not good at next time. Otherwise,

this, Clarence’s lips curled, “You still want me to make it

correct it, there is no next

it does seem that you don’t have

impatiently, “Is Mr.

on her back paused and was then withdrawn. He frowned in displeasure while saying, “You’re so

reminded, “It’s already one o’clock in the morning. Even if Mr. Conrad doesn’t want to sleep, others have to

slightly. After a few seconds, he said, “You