Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella approached and touched his forehead. It was burning hot and both his hair and pillow were wet.

She frowned, 'He sleeps with his hair wet last night?'

Stella then opened up the curtains for some air and called, "Clarence, can you hear me? Wake up, I'll send you to

the hospital."

He didn't reply but held her hand.

Stella couldn't struggle free from his grip, 'He is sick, where does his energy come from?' She thought.

His condition didn't allow her to send him to the hospital.

Stella reached for her mobile in her bag and called Nathan, "Clarence is having a high fever now, come and send

him to the hospital if your meeting is done, I can't manage by myself."

Nathan lowered his voice, "I need to stay till night here, I will send Mr. Conrad's doctor over, in the meantime,

please take good care of him."

Nathan ended the call right away, leaving no room for Stella to reject.

Stella was at loss for words.

Since when did she agree to take care of him?

She let out a long sigh, set her mobile aside, took out some tissues in her bag, and began wiping off the sweats on

his forehead, mumbling, "Of course you will get a fever sleeping with wet hair like this."

She then put her hands under the blanket once she finished wiping his sweats.

Indeed, his clothes and bedsheet were wet by his sweats too.

Stella called him once again, "Clarence, can you wake up? Go to rest on the sofa while I change your bedsheet."

Clarence's eyebrows moved and slowly opened his eyes.

Stella waved her hand before his eyes, "Can you hear me?"

Clarence opened his lips and asked in a husky voice, "Why are you here?"

Stella remained calm and used his favorite excuse, "Passing by."

She continued after a pause, "The doctor will be here soon, go to the sofa while I…"

"I'm too weak." Clarence closed his eyes again.

"I'm giving you a hand here, come on, move, don't just lie there."

Stella tried pulling him up with both hands, 'Never thought that this wretched man is so heavy.'

When she was pulling him in full force, he suddenly pulled back and Stella, who wasn't prepared, was pulled forward

and fell onto his chest.

She wanted to get up but Clarence pushed her down with his hands on her waist, pressing her body against his.

Stella clenched her teeth, "Didn't you say you are weak?"

"It doesn't need much energy doing this."

"Let go of me," Stella said.

"I'm sick, be merciful."

"You do realize you are sick, so behave."

Clarence opened his eyes slowly and met her gaze, "I'm afraid you will go away if I let go."

Stella was speechless. There was no need to act pitiful.

She sighed lightly, "I'm not going away, I just want to change your bedsheet. Stay still if you are too weak to move, I

will have Nathan over to…"

Stella felt the arms on her waist were gone soon as she finished.

She then sat up straight. What happened just now made her sweat and tired.

Clarence sat up and bent his legs slowly, "I'm dizzy," he said softly.

"There is nothing I can do," Stella said.

She then turned to get changing bedsheet but Clarence grabbed her hand again.

"You promise you won't go away."

"I…" Stella was helpless.

She looked at him, "Can you walk?"

"No."

Stella stretched her arms to pull him up, "I will help you up."

Clarence stood up holding her hands.

Stella let out a sigh of relief but he put his arm on her shoulder and leaned onto her body the next second.

Without letting her spoke, Clarence said, "Thank you, I feel dizzy the moment I stand up."

Stella became speechless once again.

She had finally managed to move Clarence to the sofa, Stella then removed the bedsheet in the bedroom.

She turned and looked at the man on the sofa who was covering his eyes single-handedly. She then took a pair of

clean clothes to him, “Have some rest and change your clothes.”

Clarence replied with “Hmm” without moving.

Stella couldn’t find any clean bedsheet in his cupboard, so she went back to her place to get the new bedsheet she

bought earlier.

She saw Clarence sat on the sofa half-naked, looking blank and lost the moment she returned to the bedroom.

“What kind of fashion is this?” Stella asked, slightly annoyed.

Clarence looked up, “I thought you left me,” he said with a husky voice.

Stella took a deep breath, “I went to get a new bedsheet, change your clothes now.”

Clarence frowned, “Dirty.”

Stella recalled that this wretched man was super hygienic. There were sweats all over his body and it was hard to

get him changed into clean clothes without a shower.

Stella wanted to say something but stopped when she saw the white gauze wrapping his wound on his arm already

turned reddish.

She turned away without a word and came back with a basin of water.

Stella put the water on the coffee table and handed him a towel she squeezed.

Clarence glanced at it and then shut his eyes without taking it.

Stella, “Didn’t you say your body is dirty? Wipe off the sweats and put on some clothes, do you want your fever to

worsen?”

“I can’t move, I feel weak,” he continued, “Do whatever you like and leave me to die alone. Someone might

discover and send me to the hospital if I’m lucky enough, otherwise, I will just die. I am a misfortune guy anyway,

my wife and son left me.”

Stella wanted to throw the towel on his face.

He did wrong but put on a pitiful victim face.

Stella approached him and begun wiping his neck as she warned, “Don’t move and shut up.”

Clarence listened to her. He did not say anything after that.

Stella avoided his injured part and wiped his body roughly. She was tired, soaked in sweat, and put down the towel,

“It’s done, put on your clothes.”

Clarence opened his eyes, “It’s done just like this?”

“What else do you want?”

“What about pants?”

Stella turned and gave him a fierce stared.

This wretched man was asking too much.

Clarence noticed that and said, “I can do the remaining myself.”

Stella ignored him and went to change the bedsheet.

Clarence had finished changing his pants and was approaching her as she was done with the bedsheet.

The doorbell rang at this moment.

Stella put the dirty bedsheet in the washing machine, “The doctor is here, go lie down, I’ll get the door.”

Clarence looked at her back, with his brows lifted, smiling.