Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After the movie, it was half-past eleven.

Stella stated, "I need to go home now."

“I'll send you,” Clarence stated in low tones.

“Okay.”

Clarence stayed mute for the entire journey. The film seemed to have a profound effect on him.

Stella smiled as she rolled down the window, letting the chilly breeze brush her face.

After some time, when the car arrived at the Steward's residence, Stella unbuckled the belt and reached for the door.

She turned as soon as her hand was on the handle and said, "I'm going."

“Would you like me to send you in?” Clarence said slowly.

“... Forget about it,” and she got out of the car.

She came to a halt after a few steps and turned to face Clarence, who did not appear to be going.

Stella believed she heard someone using the lighter as she walked away.

Clarence was, in fact, smoking.

Clarence swiftly waved his palm in front of her, attempting to sweep away the smokes noticing she came back out of a sudden. “What made you turn around?”

Stella fixed her gaze on him, her hands resting on the window frame next to him.

Clarence was perplexed.

After seeing that movie, the way she looked at him felt odd. Being gazed at made him feel uneasy. Stella inquired, "Something troubling you?" when he tried to look away.

“What could trouble me?” Clarence defended himself.

“An internet test claimed that if a pair stares at each other for more than fifteen seconds, they will start kissing, but you were avoiding me, is anything troubling you?”

“Was that a hint?”

“Err…”

remark was cut short by a hand placed behind her neck and a set of lips with a slight cigarette smell pressed against hers;

caressed the back of her neck as he asked, "Come back in

pushed him away,

were the one who started it.” Clarence

at the cigarette box. “It should be

he murmured as he

was just a movie; why were

feel sorry for you.” Clarence

“Sometimes?”

it always the

her mouth as she

back, saying, "Don't waste your time here, I'm

her and drew her back down for another round of kisses. “You may go in now,” he said after a

said as she was

“All right," he answered.

stretched her hand, "Give it to

and

I'm going, be cautious on the way

only when something was truly

no idea why a movie had such an influence on

“All right,” Clarence said.

in with the cigarette and lighter

tonight, so

walked, the street lights on both sides abruptly went out,

her as she attempted to turn on the torch

the lights from the vehicle

forward without reaching

from the car were enough to guide her through

this hour, she didn't feel lonely

at the garden with

a

room was wide open

it was a habit or a preventative precaution, preventing her from entering. But the study room was always closed and only opened when