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

kissed her slowly. "You want to have

a sound,

rain outside the window kept falling, and even got

smashed on the glass with a constant dull sound

his

there felt clearly different from

have a few pinholes

movements gradually slowed down as he whispered, "What is going on

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

what a mosquito bite

tiny. It's your fault for planting so many flowers and plants

shirking of responsibility

Clarence was speechless.

down and kissed her forehead and softened his tone of voice,

his tone, she wondered if she had just gone a little too far with what she had said; after all, those

it was just an excuse that

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

"Then you should reflect on

really will take a mile if I give him an

……

asleep, Clarence tucked her in

the results of the paternity

and slightly narrowed his black eyes, not knowing

put away his phone

the mist of sleep, and she vaguely

eyes slightly, looked at the man sitting on the bedside, resisted her sleepiness and asked in a soft

you say you were bitten by mosquitoes? Don't scratch it in the future, rub some

Stella heard these words, she froze for a moment and her

the wall lamp at the head of the bed, and laid

his chest, and only after a moment did she open her mouth

"What?"

if…I can't have a baby in the

her. "It doesn't matter if you can't have a child.

if we didn't even have a child, will you

invalid for facts that

refute

to

and sleep, Clarence's voice continued to reach her ears, "I remember

the time was that you didn't like