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 to say

Stella finished speaking, she directly lay on the

to applaud for this excuse

Clarence stood in place for two seconds, his tongue rested against his

the sound of banging and crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street.

saw Clarence’s tall back

felt a

her chin with one hand and just quietly looked

cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up and

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

she suddenly

dog

home while being drunk, she not only was at his mercy

happy but for some reason,

Stella slowly withdrew her gaze, took the

stomach, very soon, a steaming bowl of sobering

voice was with a

as well as the unknown floating objects. She instantly felt that she was partially

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

before you say, if

Stella felt that if she did not drink, he might

small bowl reluctantly with both hands, slowly placed it by her

bitter and fishy taste

could not help but

she was drinking something

the bowl from her hand. He patted

she said weakly without any strength, “Mr. Conrad, it’s better not to force yourself to do something you’re not good at next time. Otherwise, you’ll have to see me in the

“You still want me to make it for

correct it, there is

so spirited, it does seem that you don’t have any

impatiently, “Is Mr. Conrad still not

was then withdrawn. He frowned in displeasure while saying, “You’re so keen to drive

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

thin lips were pursed slightly. After a few seconds, he said, “You can sleep with