Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella unlocked her phone and clicked open the photos one by one.

Sherry also sandwiched a few private photos at the end, which were photos of Channing and Winnie together.

They looked surprisingly well-matched standing together, even the meticulously decorated backdrop behind them looked less impressive.

When Stella got home, she changed her shoes and went into the bedroom. After that, she took out the photo album from the bookcase, went back to the sofa, got out her phone, and carefully compared the looks of William and Channing.

Clarence walked over and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "What are you doing?"

Stella wriggled and was a little annoyed, "Stop it, I have serious business."

Clarence's gaze fell on the photo album and the phone in her hands, and he knew what she was doing with just one sweeping glance.

After repeatedly comparing them, Stella then said to Clarence, "Look, didn't Channing and my dad look very alike when they were young?"

"Really? I thought they were pretty much the same."

Stella doubted it.

She didn't understand, "What do you mean by pretty much the same?"

Clarence took the photo album in her hand and flipped through it casually. "It means that good-looking people all have the same characteristics."

Wut?

Clarence continued, "Of course, I'm different from them."

Wut again?

She grumbled, "Do you dare to say this in front of my dad?"

Clarence froze for a moment and resigned himself to silence.

Stella took the photo album back and muttered in a low voice, "But I don't think Chan looks like the young Jeffrey, why?"

"Have you seen pictures of Jeffrey when he was young?"

"...No."

"That's it."

Stella didn't give up and said, "But you really don't think their eyebrows and profiles are very similar? Was there a problem with the last DNA test...?"

Clarence said, "What you should be thinking about now is not this."

momentarily fooled by him,

kissed her slowly.

make a sound, she was

outside the window kept falling,

glass with a constant

fingers fondly and his eyes fell

there felt clearly

a

slowed down as he whispered, "What is going on

and looked over. In her daze, a thought instantly flashed through her

this what a mosquito bite looks

and plants next to the studio. There

shirking of

Clarence was speechless.

few seconds, leaned down and kissed her

heard his tone, she wondered if she had just gone a little

was just an excuse

deal. Generally, the mosquitoes can't get in by closing the

"Then you should

really will take a mile

……

her in and walked to the

opened the results of the

and slightly narrowed his black eyes,

his phone and turned

coolness on her arm through the mist of sleep, and she

eyes slightly, looked at the man sitting on the bedside, resisted her sleepiness and asked in a soft voice, "What are you

"Didn't you say you were bitten by mosquitoes? Don't scratch it in the future, rub some ointment on it. Bring it to the office tomorrow, it can also

these words, she froze for a moment

off the wall lamp at the head of the bed, and laid down beside

chest, and only after a moment

"What?"

can't have a baby

"It doesn't matter if you can't have a child. And we already

"What if we didn't even have a

assumptions are invalid for facts that already

couldn't refute

he say something delightful to coax her? She thought

her ears,

time was that you didn't like children at all, so how did it turn out that you don't like