Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After examined Clarence, the doctor reminded, “Your fever condition is quite serious; your wound is also infected

and inflamed. You need to take good care and have balance, nutritious food, don’t be reckless.”

The doctor then turned to Stella and continued, “Mrs. Conrad, I will change the medicine in his wound in a short

while, please change it for him twice a day after that, morning and night to prevent the wound condition to

worsen.”

Stella was stunned. Did it become her responsibility again?

The doctor began removing the gauze on Clarence’s wound before Stella could reject.

The wound was bleeding and scary to look at.

Clarence looked at her and moved his body to the side to avoid her gaze. “Go outside, I can change it on my own.”

Stella nodded and said, “I’ll go out then.”

“Okay.”

After Stella left, the doctor said, “Mr. Conrad, it’s your right arm that is wounded, it might be tough for you to

change the medicine by yourself.”

“As long as it won’t kill me,” Clarence said.

The doctor was speechless.

…

Stella bumped into Madison who was looking at her strangely at home.

She got herself a glass of water and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Why did you come back so early today? You went out with bedsheet just now, was it for Clarence?”

“He’s having a fever and I can’t find any changing bedsheet there, so…” Stella said.

Madison made a tsk sound, “What should I say about you two? Living under one roof now and living separately the

next second. So many troubles, what’s the fun of all this?”

Stella took a deep breath and went to cook some congee in the kitchen without a word.

The baby was sleeping in the living room. His chubby little tummy was revealed as he turned his body.

Stella pulled the blanket and put it on him lightly.

Madison asked, “Are you cooking congee for Clarence? Not bad, are you getting back together?”

Stella turned to her, “Do you know how the villain dies?”

Madison was confused, “Huh?”

“Too talkative.”

Madison was in confusion for a few seconds before she screamed, “Who are you calling a villain?”

Stella smiled, “You know what I mean.”

Madison grunted, "Ungrateful brat."

The pot was boiling on the gas stove. Stella stood up and got some chicken and vegetables from the fridge, she

made chicken and vegetable congee.

After it was done, she poured it into a bowl and delivered it next door.

Clarence lied on the bed in the bedroom, looking sick, one couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not.

The doctor had left.

Stella put the congee on the bedside, “I've cool it down a little, you can eat it now and have your medicine half an

hour later.”

“Did you cook this for me?” Clarence asked.

“It’s dog food,” Stella replied calmly.

Clarence was speechless.

“Eat it, I should go now,” Stella said.

Clarence grabbed her hand and glanced at his right arm, “Doctor said I can’t move this arm.”

Stella glanced at his hand that was holding her, “This arm looks perfect.”

Clarence released her immediately and let his arm fell onto the bed, “As you can see, I’m weak, it’s hard for me to

eat.”

Stella gritted her teeth, ‘Such a troublesome wretched man.’

She sat by the bed holding the congee, feeding him.

Clarence smiled while opening his mouth.

When he almost finished, Stella asked, “Where is your medicine?”

Clarence raised his chin slightly and looked toward the coffee table.

“I’ll go get some water, take a nap and I’ll wake you up for medicine later,” Stella said.

Clarence stared deeply at her and asked softly, “Are you still upset?”

Stella didn’t answer, she put the bowl on the tray and was about to walk away.

“I didn’t lie, my hairdryer is broken, you can check if you want to.” Clarence said with a husky voice, “I’m not a liar

that lies to you on everything.”

“I’m not free to check and whether the hairdryer is broken has nothing to do with me.”

She then took the tray and left.

A few minutes later, she returned with a glass of water, tear opened the packaging of the pills, and handed over

the right dose to Clarence.

“It's stated here that you will feel sleepy after taking the pills, so sleep after you have it,” Stella said,

“Are you leaving?” Clarence asked.

“Do you want me to stay and watch you sleep?”

Clarence tapped lightly on the bed next to him, “You can sleep here too.”

Stella didn’t say a word and left instantly while the wretched man watched her leaving coldly.

Clarence rubbed his temples and reached for his mobile on the bedside. There were numerous missed calls and

unread text messages. He read them one by one and reply accordingly.

When Stella returned and saw him rubbing his nose while browsing the mobile, she frowned, “Why haven’t you

sleep?”

“Didn’t you leave?”

They said almost simultaneously.

Stella looked at her handbag on the sofa, “I forgot something.”

She went to pick it up and closed the curtain. She then turned to Clarence.

Clarence met her staring eyes, remained silent for a while, and put down the mobile.

“Goodbye,” Stella said.

Clarence looked at her back and asked, “What’s the menu for dinner?”

Stella turned, “What do you want to eat?”

Clarence smiled, “I’m okay with anything, I’m not picky.”

Stella grunted, ‘No one is considered picky in the world if he isn’t.'

She realized something wrong after she left the bedroom and arrived at the door. ‘Did I just agree to make him

dinner tonight?’

Thinking about this gave her a headache. She closed the door and walked home. The door next door opened at this

moment and Sherry popped her head out, full of curiosity, “What’s all this about?”

“I…” Stella felt she had run out of excuses.

After some time, she said, “Clarence is sick, I sent him food.”

Sherry nodded, “Isn’t it troublesome to run back and forth? Let him move in.”

Stella rejected instantly, “No, he has a fever, the baby might get it from him.”

“You can move over then.”

“Am I insane?”

Sherry sighed, “Woman, you are not staying true to your heart.”

Stella paused for a while, “I need to get back to the office, stay alert about his condition, and go in to have a look if

there is anything, I will be coming back in about two hours.”

Sherry nodded, “Sure, go on. Mr. Conrad is a pretty tough guy, I don’t think something will happen but I totally

understand your worries and cares, don’t worry, I will keep an eye on him.”

Stella opened her lips, wanted to say something but gave up at the end.