Clarence added, “I meant can you please not move to another place in the future?”

Stella slowly turned her head to look at him.

Only now did she vaguely realize that Clarence was not in a good mood when talking with her today.

In the past, he used to talk to her in an imperative, overbearing and unreasonable tone.

Stella wasn’t sure whether it was her illusion or not that there was a touch of begging in Clarence’s voice.

Clarence met with her gaze and felt bewildered.

Stella suddenly reached out and touched his forehead, “Are you sick?”

Clarence was rendered speechless.

He pulled down her hand and grabbed it in his palm, “Nope.”

“Then why did you say those strange words?”

Clarence frowned “I asked you not to move out of the mansion. Is it strange?”

Stella nodded her head seriously, “Isn’t it strange? In the past, you would use words like ‘can’t’ ‘not allow’, but not ‘can you please’.”

“Is there any difference?”

“Of course. The words ‘can you please’ sound not as overbearing as the above-mentioned words.”

Clarence was amused, “Don’t chew on the words.”

Stella pouted, “Did you do something behind my back and therefore feel sorry for me? Or did you have the other woman outside?”

“Go back early. You have an illusion as you’ve overstrained your nerves.”

Stella was lost for words.

This wretched man still had a sharp tone!

Stella withdrew her hand from his palm and said, “Well, I have to leave. Continue with your work.”

up and put on his suit

turned around, “I can go

you a ride.

Stella was confused.

was lost

Clarence had been grasping her hand. He leaned against the back seat with his

bother him as she thought it was

the bedroom and asked,

necktie with one hand, his voice carrying a

more time as I have to wash my hair today.

“Okay.”

her pyjamas and walked into the

to the balcony, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, gripped it with his teeth and then lit the

recognized the man. The one who gave Maxwell’s photo

Clarence had expected this.

brushed the cigarette ash and said in a composed voice, “Be careful

“Okay.”

we

replied, “Arrest her. She

paused and then added, “Have you

came to Riverside City two days before the fire. But it seems like her previous identity was forged and we’re still looking

the men left in the City N by William are trying to investigate what we’re doing in

in a seemingly composed tone, “Let Vincent spread some fake news about Lyndon’s whereabouts. Don’t let

I will arrange it

call, Clarence pressed the cigarette butt

hate him if he told

chance to win her forgiveness, he could only bring the

out of the bathroom and took a glance

the cigarette that he didn’t finish,

into the bathroom. Stella walked to the balcony and uncontrollably knitted her brows when noticing the pile

cigarettes

the ashtray, Stella went downstairs and poured

walked out of the bathroom, Stella walked back to the

the glass into

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