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.”

don’t want to

speaking, she directly lay on

to applaud for this

two seconds, his tongue rested against his teeth and then he turned around and went back to

crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street. She was really afraid

saw Clarence’s tall back under

felt a

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

of the chair opposite her. The cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up

quite far from him, she could feel that he was not fit to

Stella watched, she suddenly could not help but

every dog had

was at his mercy but also got a series of mockeries despite putting much effort to make sobering soup for

had changed. She should have been happy

Stella slowly withdrew her gaze, took the

glass of water entered her stomach, very soon, a steaming bowl of sobering soup

voice was with a little tension,

the bowl as well as the unknown floating objects. She instantly felt that

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

“Try it before you say, if you

man’s manner, Stella felt that if she did not drink, he might pour

with both hands, slowly placed it by her

and fishy taste instantly spread in

help

she was drinking something made of

took the bowl from her hand. He patted her back with another hand,

not to force yourself to do something you’re not good at next time. Otherwise, you’ll have to see me in

Clarence’s lips curled, “You still want me

it, there

seem that you don’t have

said impatiently, “Is Mr. Conrad still not

on her back paused and was then withdrawn.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

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

a few seconds, he