Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

When Stella woke up the next morning, her back and legs were sore and she was feeling dizzy.

She was in a lot of pain.

She sat up on the bed by supporting her body weight with one arm, and she felt as if the world was spinning around her.

At that moment, someone pushed open the door to the bedroom. Clarence’s deep voice sounded, “You’re awake, huh.”

Stella looked at him, grabbed a pillow with the little strength that she had left, and chucked it straight at him while yelling, “You bastard!”

Clarence was slightly taken back by her sudden action.

He caught the pillow, smirked and asked her, “I thought I treated you quite nicely last night, why would you treat me like this after my amazing treatment?”

Her ear was steaming red, that wretched man still dared to mention last night!

While she was drunk last night, it was not to the point that she could not remember anything.

That wretched man took advantage of her drunken status and toyed with her in various ways.

Or else why would she feel as terrible as she was right then.

Clarence got closer to her, placed the pillow on the bed and asked, “Fine, I was wrong, go and get some more sleep.”

“Go sleep yourself.”

Stella ripped the blanket away. When her feet touched the ground, her legs were still shivering.

Clarence helped her stand up, held back his laugh and said, “I’ll watch myself next time.”

“In your goddamn dreams! There will be no next time!”

Stella pushed his hands away forcefully and walked into the bathroom.

As Clarence looked at her back, he put his hand in his pants pocket and smirked, clearly satisfied.

Stella was still in a lot of pain, so she stayed in the bathtub for a while.

When she got out of the tub, she felt a lot better.

Just as she was wondering what to wear, Clarence’s sound came from the other side of the door, “Your clothes are by the door.”

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore him.

he got away from the door before she

were the correct size

breath and slowly put on her

Clarence was making a call on the balcony. There was some porridge

tummy, sat down

his call, sat down in front of her and asked,

gave him a

state and asked, “Is

not exactly difficult, I just hate

expect to

could not tell if it was pure coincidence or just fate screwing with

why you’re upset? And you’re angry

heard that, she fell

wretched man really knew how to get himself

of porridge, she replied, “The topic for the rematch was only revealed yesterday, it has no

licked his teeth, but did not press on with his question, as he was aware that she would not say anything to him anyway. He said, “I’ll

for work, it was already eleven in the morning. It took them thirty minutes

a meeting tonight, so I

“Okay.”

open the door, she was pulled back by Clarence. He asked her with a dark expression,

“No.”

not be bothered to be mad at him when she was already very pissed off at

why are you throwing a hissy fit? Couldn’t you

at him, “I’ve already told you before, clearly it wasn’t important enough

I did not agree to you about having a child?

“Shut up!”

a good girl and stop messing around, okay? You wanted to see Ms. Beckham’s grandson, right?

him, trying to discover gaps in his

Unfortunately, she failed.

the beginning, and it made her looked like she was at fault all this

said, “I’ll have my hands full

“Very well.”

into the workshop, she placed her head on her desk,

finally composed herself, took a deep breath, turned on her computer and started researching Modesty’s

notice that Sherry brought her some snacks during tea

of thought, wrote up a rough draft and left

she saw a car that she had never

with a stranger