Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

On the floor of the living room, clothes were scattered everywhere.

On a tea table was the takeaway left neglected, which had long cooled off.

The bedside lamp, radiating amorously swaying light, projected on the wall, where two silhouettes were tangling vigorously.

After a long while, all this came to a stop.

Sherry lay prone on the bed, wet with perspiration, yet unwilling to make a single movement, just took out her cellphone, swiping casually.

Daniel tied the condom expertly into a knot and threw it into the trashcan. “When are we getting married?” he asked.

Sherry paused and turned to him with a confused look on her face, “Getting what?”

Daniel repeated with misgivings, “Married.”

“Marry who?”

Knowing that she was doing this on purpose, Daniel pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on her.

Perchance triggered with a little uneasiness by his eyes, Sherry shifted her attention back to the phone, with much resemblance to a cheating philanderer who denied his deeds after what happened, “I’ve got no intention of getting married now, and you are welcome to find someone else to tie the knot, if you would like to.”

Daniel couldn't believe it.

He was on the verge of bursting into laughter when he was supposed be pissed off, “Aren't your parents always urging you to find a partner?”

“Yeah, but I don't necessarily need to get married. You just meet with them to see if there is a proper one. I still want to play around for some time. It's so great to be single that you can change your boyfriend anytime you like.”

“Now I am getting the idea of why you are such a bigot of non-marriage. It would be troublesome dealing with a divorce after marriage. I might as well pick up some guys while I'm still vernal, and taste the fun of the world.

Daniel gritted his teeth and threw a question, “So am I treated as your boyfriend or something to make booty call for?”

“It doesn't matter,” said Sherry. “Anyway, we go separate ways in the end. Whether it's a boyfriend, or...”

Before she could finish, Daniel came up behind her, his teeth biting on the her thin shoulder, “Okay, I know what you want.”

For this time, without any foreplay before penetration, in the same gesture did Sherry give a stuffy snort. Her hand clenching the cellphone shivered, her head forced to be raised up and her breathing more ragged.

it aside, his jaw being taut

exerted on this turn that Sherry, involuntarily

by the man. Her medium-long hair dangled down, in the midst of which

was going wrong. She turned

his eyes dodging down. There

just about to speak, when she felt his strength being suddenly

turning into scream. Intermittently were they released, “No... You can’t. No way until you put it

felt herself falling into a torrentially surging

smacking into her almost overwhelmed

her breath when the wave was, all at

juncture, Daniel

admitted that those words had really gotten himself a bit out of his own

himself that a possible re-pregnancy could help get rid of all the messes in her mind and let her be with

what a scoundrel would think. He would have slapped himself so hard if the crime had been

so much due to him before, and was still taking

such a

breath, bent down to pick up the hair claw on the ground, and went into the bathroom clipping her hair, “I'll go take a shower. I have work to do

did not give much concern, Men likes doing it

him stop, lest

more

the bathroom, Daniel sat down on the edge of bed, puffing out a long breath, and hastily began restoring everything to

and opened the wardrobe, so as to seek out a

just when Sherry finished her shower with the thought of cleansing the sheet that she caught the sight of

kitchen came a

glued to the man in the kitchen,

half in nude, was to dispose the takeout package, saying, “Just a little hungry. Would you

the lure of spice from the takeout, she would not have been feeling that starving for food as

strenuous “exercise” taken, the ingested at dinner had already

nodded Sherry, “Why

takeaway was reprocessed and

what it was already too late at night, she simply stuffed her stomach with few bites, for fear of gaining

was rewarded with a casual answer, “I’m on a

“On a barbecue