Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

With Phoebe Steward’s words came nothing but awkwardness.

Stella wanted to say something, but no words came out of her mouth.

But that could be for the better, if William saw how messed up Clarence’s private life was, he might

start having second thoughts, and refrain from cooperating with Clarence.

That probably counted as a comeback, right?

Her wish was fulfilled.

Clarence’s gaze was darkened and he narrowed his eyes, not saying a thing.

Then, William looked towards Phoebe and said suddenly, “I’m sorry, who are you?”

Phoebe smiled and introduced herself, “My name is Phoebe Steward, pleased to make your

acquaintance.”

William nodded lightly and said, “Ms. Steward, I see.”

Phoebe replied, “I will leave you all to it now. I have things to tend to for now.”

She then told Daniel, “Let’s go, Mr. Daniel.”

Daniel looked at Stella, nodded and left with Phoebe.

After Phoebe and Daniel were out of earshot, William said, “I assume that Ms. Steward is the daughter

from the Steward Group?”

Clarence looked at him and said, “Do you know her?”

William smiled, “I don’t, but I’ve heard of her before.”

After they left the restaurant, Stella said goodbye to William, then turned around and stared at Clarence

for quite a while.

Clarence matched her gaze, his mysterious expression showing no emotions.

He asked, “What are you trying to say?”

Stella licked her lips. Since Clarence started it, she might as well seize the chance.

“I’ve told you so, Mr. Conrad, don’t treat relationships haphazardly. Look at you now, getting ridiculed

by your fiancé in public and unable to do anything about it.”

Clarence replied, “Who do you think I did that for?”

Stella chuckled and said, “Who knows?”

“...” Clarence was speechless.

He pressed his tongue tip against his teeth, and asked, “Does Miss Steward meet with you often?”

“You know, I agree with Miss Steward on one of the points she made, which is why you care so much

about the private life of your ex-wife…”

Before Stella could finish her sentence, she felt that someone was holding her waist.

Her body was pulled towards Clarence, and right before their bodies could make contact with each

other, she extended her arMs. and prevented that from happening.

Stella frowned angrily and asked, “What are you doing, Mr. Conrad?”

Clarence glared at her, “I did not answer Phoebe’s questions because her private life is none of my

business and is out of my jurisdiction. You, on the other hand, are different.”

“Everyone’s equal, so why am I different?”

“Your name was filled in on the ‘Partner’ section of our marriage certificate for three years. In other

words, you’ve slept with me for three years. Are these two reasons good enough for you? If they aren’t,

I can provide other reasons.”

It was Stella’s turn to be speechless.

She was well aware that Clarence’s foul mouth wouldn’t say anything resembling nice things, so she

chose to ignore him.

Not far away, Phoebe was standing outside of the restaurant, spying at the couple.

She recalled Stella claiming that she doesn’t want to have anything to do with the Conrad family.

It would appear that she underestimated just how cunning Stella was.

Phoebe turned around and left.

On the other side…

Stella used all of her body strength to try to break free from Clarence’s grasp.

No matter how hard she tried, that bastard Clarence never loosened his grip. He instead strengthened

his grip around her waist.

The snow had stopped falling by then and the streetlights cast a warm orange on the snow.

It provided a sense of warmth on this cold winter day.

Clarence maintained eye contact with her and said with a low voice, “Don’t move.”

Obviously, Stella would not listen to his commands at all. She continued to struggle and said, “I will

stop moving if you let go of me.”

Clarence’s lips twitched lightly and he stopped talking.

Stella kept struggling and she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

No one on earth knows better than Stella about how Clarence behaved when he was aroused.

She froze in place, lifted her head in utter disbelief, looked at him and said, “What the hell is wrong with

you!? You’re in the middle of a goddamn street!”

Clarence said with an even lower voice, “I told you to stop moving.”

Stella was silent.

This bastard really knew how to shift the blame.

Now he made it look like it was her problem.

After a while, Clarence’s Adam’s apple rolled back as he smothered the fire inside his body. He

eventually let go of her and said, “Get in the car.”

Stella did not dare to have any objections. She pulled open the door and got in the car quickly.

On the way back, the car was overwhelmed by silence.

Other than silence, there was some subtlety sprinkled in as well.

Nathan was at the front of the car and he also felt the atmosphere in the car was curious.

These two were at each other’s throats on the way here, and now they were somehow ambiguously at

peace with each other.

Stella felt the stuffy air eating at her mind, so she lowered the car window and let in the cold air.

She let the air circulate in the car before closing the window again.

Stella exhaled, and when she instinctively turned her head, she saw that Clarence was looking out from

the window calmly.

His jawline appeared distinct under the low light conditions in the car.

She kept looking at him, lowered her line of sight until she reached his legs. When she did that, she felt

as if something had stabbed her eyes, so she immediately averted her eyes and started feeling uneasy.

Clarence seemed to detect her uneasiness, and shifted his gaze to her.

Stella regained her composure and asked Nathan, “How long until we arrive?”

Nathan replied, “There’s snow on the road, so I’ll have to drive slower. It shouldn’t take longer than

thirty minutes.”

“Noted, thanks.”

Stella sat back up straight, and placed her hands on her knees.

That interaction broke the weird atmosphere that was present in the car ever since it started moving.

Clarence said flatly, “If Phoebe bothers you in the future, pay her no mind. If she doesn’t stop bothering

you, tell me immediately.”

Stella replied without as much as a thought, “That doesn’t count as her bothering me…”

She turned her head and stared at him as she was speaking.

Clarence matched her gaze, presenting a cold look.

Stella gave him a perfunctory smile in return.

After half an hour, the car came to a halt in front of Stella’s apartment.

When Stella went to leave the car, she suddenly recalled something, and she turned around to tell

Clarence, “Mr. Conrad, please wait for a while, I have something for you.”

Clarence lifted his eyebrows and seemed content.

In her residence, Sherry Perry was being a couch potato and watching television. She heard the door

opened and looked towards the door and said, “Stella? You come home so late tonight…And why are

you wearing this stuff?”

Stella took off her high heels, her coat, tied up her hair, walked into her room and changed her clothes,

“I’ll tell you all about it later, Sherry. Can you give me a hand in gathering all of the jewellery that

Clarence gifted me? Put them all in a pile, I’ll return them to him.”

Sherry started walking and asked, “Is that bastard downstairs?”