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.”

I don’t want

finished speaking, she directly lay

for this excuse

seconds, his tongue rested against his teeth and then

crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street. She was really afraid that this wretched man would blow up her

and saw Clarence’s

felt a

her chin with one hand and

the chair opposite her. The cuffs of his white

though Stella was quite far from him, she could feel that he was

she suddenly could not help but

every dog

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

been happy but for some reason, she

knowing how many minutes ticked by, Stella slowly withdrew her gaze, took the glass of warm water in front of her and took

water entered her stomach, very soon, a steaming bowl of sobering soup was placed in

a little

looked at the black water in the bowl as well as the unknown floating objects. She instantly felt that she was

I suddenly

said, “Try it before you say, if you can’t

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

small bowl reluctantly with both hands, slowly placed it by

and fishy taste instantly spread in

help but

she was drinking

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

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

still want me to make

to correct it,

so spirited, it does seem

“Is Mr. Conrad still not

hand on her back paused and was then withdrawn. He frowned in

kindly reminded, “It’s already one o’clock in the morning. Even if

After a few seconds, he said, “You can sleep with