Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After ending the call, Stella stood on the balcony for a long time.

The rain became bigger and bigger and there were barely any passengers on the streets in the distance. Only rows of street lings stood in the rain lonely.

After a long while, Stella heaved a long sigh, walked to the kitchen, turned off the fire, ladled the porridge into a bowl, put the bowl onto a tray and then walked into the bedroom.

The lights of the bedroom were all off and it was so quiet that Stella could even hear the sound of the rain dropping onto the glass.

Stella put the tray on the tea table, turned on a wall lamp and walked to Clarence, only to find that Clarence had closed his eyes and had steady breaths. It seemed like he had fallen asleep.

Stella reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead and felt relieved when learning that Clarence didn’t have a fever.

Stella subconsciously knitted her brows when thinking that Clarence’s body still felt so cold while he had fallen asleep for a long time.

Stella reached her hand under the quilt, wanting to check whether Clarence’s hands were cold or not.

But the moment she touched his hand, her wrist was grasped.

Stella felt a whirl of dizziness and at the next moment, she lay onto the bed.

Clarence confined her under his body with his big hand grasping her wrist. He fixed his black eyes on her and asked in a husky voice, “Which part do you want to touch?”

Stella was rendered speechless.

She turned her head to look at him. She could feel that his hand which was grasping her wrist was also cold.

Stella looked up at him, “I prepared some porridge. Eat some.”

Clarence rubbed the veins on her wrist gently with his fingers and said in a bland tone, “I don’t have any appetite.”

“You have to eat something even if you don’t have the appetite. Eat the porridge and then eat some cold cures and then go to bed. Otherwise, you will easily get sick. Exactly, you’re a bit sick now. Hurry up to take medicine.”

“Isn’t it good if I’m sick?”

When Stella prepared to say something, Clarence continued, “If I’m sick, no one will bother you and you can do the things you like.”

Clarence then let go of her, turned over and sat up by the bedside.

exuded an overwhelming aura of aloofness and

beginning. Even though

The farther, the better. You will not feel bothered if you don’t see me. Many girls like you and

Clarence was rendered speechless.

nonsense are

I wrong? You’re sick and I asked you to take some medicine. But

the wrong, Clarence stood up and then sat down on a sofa. He picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him,

Stella saw this, the tears in her

was quite

she was talented in dealing

finished the porridge, Stella went out to pour some water for him and took some cold cures into

the sofa with his back against the sofa,

the glass of water and the

an answer,

and then had

walked to Clarence and

one talked again and the room

a long while, Stella said in a low

became stiff and he abruptly opened his

“I know you must feel bad now, but I have to tell you that it was not your

Clarence remained silent.

the point, “Archer told me that Mr.

in this matter if they didn’t intervene in the matters in City N.

her hand

blandly, “Not only Justin’s car accident, but your mother also had to escape with you and marry Jeffery,

think that I’m not the one to

trying to say something, yet she didn’t know what to

stood up and left

didn’t deserve anything, no matter

were extravagant hopes to

this early. At least she could

Emmett… Or Alexander Hans who could even accept

good choices