Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella's eyes curved into a crescent moon as she hugged his neck. She raised her head and pressed it against his thin lips, her breath gentle. "Happy New Year."

Clarence's pupils reflected the colorful fireworks outside the window. He stared at her, his gaze gradually burning.

It was impossible for Stella not to know what he meant.

She pushed him and whispered, "Hey, your injury hasn't healed yet. What are you thinking about..."

Before Stella could finish her words, her lips were sealed.

Clarence stroked the back of her neck with his palm, his lips and tongue encroaching on her.

When they reached the bedroom, Clarence placed her on the bed and rubbed his nose against hers. "I calculated the time. It has been three months."

Stella was speechless.

His mind was all about these messy things. It would be strange if he could rest well.

"The doctor said no."

Clarence's eyebrows moved slightly as if he wanted to say something.

Stella looked at him, afraid that he would say, 'I asked Archer, and he said yes.'

She quickly swept her eyes down. "Mr. Conrad, do you think you can do it?"

He had even got shot in the leg.

Clarence lowered his voice a little. "Let's give it a try."

Stella snapped, "Yeah right!"

Between the two of them, one was a pregnant woman, and the other got injured.

How could he have thought of that?

Just as Stella was about to get up, Clarence grabbed her wrist and pushed her back. "Be reasonable. How long do you think I can endure after you treated me like that in the hospital?"

"You deserve it."

Hearing this, Clarence's tone softened a little. "Yes, I deserve it. But since you have forgiven me, shouldn't you compensate me a little?"

He was impossible, wasn't he?

person could make sense of

fingers slowly clasped her hands, playing them one by one. His gaze immediately met hers, and

want it,"

go just like that, but a few seconds later,

was sinking into anger, he said in

that she would have a C-section in seven months'

into account the time she would

feel that it was

to sleep. I'm

murmured in a low

bedroom door and turned to look at the person lying on the bed. The corners of her

was about to take

"Not leaving?" Clarence asked.

"What

hand propped up on the bed. His

Instead of pulling

really

"Cut the crap."

walked in front of him, lowered her head,

of the time

If you continue like this,

lips again. Her hand also

rarely took the

almost always been

gradually rose. Clarence put his hand on her waist and was very willing

and slowly went down, his

her intentions, he grabbed her shoulder and said in a low voice,

first pregnant, Clarence had never made such

and her face was slightly red. She had probably never done such a thing before and she had taken the initiative. She had already been embarrassed, but she was suddenly stopped by him. She did not know whether to

kissing her

"Alright, go to sleep."

arm. Her beautiful eyes were wet and she looked at

The hand that was placed on the bed was also clenched into a fist. The suppressed breathing was especially clear in the

could

of time, everything

coughed a few times. Clarence quickly pulled out a piece of paper to wipe the corners of her mouth and pursed his lips. "I'll get you some

in her throat and a fishy smell. She didn't even have the