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."

fooled by

her neck with his hand and kissed her slowly. "You want to have another child,

Stella could make a sound, she was

rain outside the window kept

raindrops smashed on the glass with a constant dull sound and a

fondly and his eyes fell on her arm

skin there felt clearly

appeared to have a few pinholes left

slowed down as he whispered, "What is going

gasped for air, she followed his line of sight and looked over. In her daze, a thought instantly flashed through her mind, then she said indifferently, "I was bitten by mosquitos, and it was too itchy so I

this what a mosquito bite

are tiny. It's your fault for planting so many flowers and plants next to the studio. There will be a lot of mosquitoes

this shirking of responsibility

Clarence was speechless.

a few seconds, leaned down and kissed her forehead and softened

gone a little too far with what she had said; after all, those plants

was just an

the mosquitoes can't get in by closing the window screen. I just…accidentally

you should

really will take a mile if I

……

fell asleep, Clarence tucked her in and walked to

his phone and opened the results of the paternity

the test results and slightly narrowed his black eyes, not knowing what he

away his phone and turned to leave

her arm through the mist of

bedside, resisted her sleepiness and asked in a soft voice, "What

"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

words, she froze for

ointment in his hand, turned off the wall lamp at the head of the bed, and laid down

leaned her head against his chest, and only after a moment

"What?"

you despise me if…I can't

doesn't matter if you can't have a child. And we already have one,

didn't even have

invalid for facts that already

refute his

he say something delightful to coax her? She

voice continued to reach her ears, "I remember I said that I don't like

of Stella's lips lifted as she said, "But if I remember correctly, what you said at the time was that you didn't like children at all, so how did it turn out that you don't like them much