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.

phone and threw it aside, his jaw being taut on his rather upsettingly sullen

turn that Sherry,

dangled down, in the midst

suddenly realized something was going wrong. She turned to the

at her body sides, his eyes dodging down. There was no eye-contact but a

when

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

herself falling into

wave smacking into her almost

lose her breath when the wave was, all at

the very juncture, Daniel pulled it

had really gotten himself a bit out

to himself that a possible re-pregnancy could help get rid of

was what a scoundrel would think. He would have slapped himself so hard

him before, and was still taking medicine

such

the other side, knowing nothing about how much he was mentally struggling and repentant, just took a soothing 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

Men likes doing it with their bare

stop, lest he had not retreated himself from

comfortable though, but no more babies allowed for the time

of bed, puffing out a long breath,

sheet, got up and opened the wardrobe, so as to seek out

was just when Sherry finished her shower with the thought of cleansing the sheet

a faint noise

to the man in the kitchen,

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

spice from the takeout,

of such strenuous “exercise” taken, the

nodded Sherry, “Why

the takeaway was reprocessed and heated

too late at night, she simply stuffed her stomach with few bites, for fear of

of such a limited amount was rewarded with a casual

said, “On a barbecue