Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

When Clarence stood at the door and saw Stella bringing a suitcase over, his grin became even wider.

When he and Stella exchanged looks, he raised his eyebrows and then stepped aside to make way for Stella to

enter. Stella took a couple of steps and went towards the other apartment. She tried the password and it was in

error.

Stella looked at Clarence and asked, “What’s the password?”

Clarence turned and walked into his apartment and said, “I forgot.”

Stella was speechless. She then waved her fist at Clarence.

At this moment, another door opened and Sherry stuck out her head. On seeing that Stella had a suitcase, she

asked, “Stella, why don’t you stay with me for a couple of days?”

Stella shook her head, “No, I’ll spread the cold to you.”

At this moment, Daniel walked out and said, “How about this? Sherry can stay with me at my place and Ms. Radomil

can stay here at your place. It’s more convenient for her to look after her kid.”

Sherry quickly added, “Yeah, Stella, I agree…” Sherry held back her words when she saw the disapproving

expression from Clarence.

Stella frowned, “Forget it. It’s raining heavily outside. It’s not convenient for you to go out in the rain.”

Sherry then said, “Alright then. Then we’ll not leave. Rest early. Goodnight.”

Daniel wanted to say something but was dragged into the apartment by Sherry and she quickly shut the door

behind them.

Stella turned around and glared angrily at Clarence. After a long sigh, she walked towards his apartment.

After closing the door, Stella placed her luggage aside and went into the bedroom to take a blanket and laid it on

the sofa. Clarence walked over and then said nonchalantly, “I can share half of the bed with you. There is no need

to sleep on the sofa.”

Stella disregarded him, pulled the luggage, and then entered the bedroom.

Clarence followed behind her and called out, “Stella…”

Bang! The door was shut.

Clarence was speechless.

So she prepared the sofa for him to sleep in? He knocked on the door and asked, “You’re making a patient sleep on

the sofa?”

Stella replied coldly, “Thanks to you, I’m also a patient now.”

“We can sleep together,” Clarence said mischievously.

Stella locked the door.

Clarence gritted his teeth and was dumbfounded for a couple of minutes before walking over to the sofa.

After half an hour, someone knocked on the bedroom door. Clarence then said, “Dinner.”

On hearing, Stella realized that she was hungry. She placed down her drafts and opened the door. There were

some dishes and porridge on the table. It was obvious that Clarence had them delivered.

Stella did not stand on ceremony and sat at the dining table.

Clarence sat opposite her and said tenderly, “Is your cold getting better?”

Stella dished some porridge and then replied, “Much better.”

Clarence reached over the table and then felt her forehead. Stella was stunned and then he said, “Hmm… at least

the fever had subsided.”

“But I did not have a fever,” Stella remarked.

Clarence replied, “Oh?”

It was already nine o’clock when they finished dinner. She placed the kettle on the stove to boil some water before

heading back to her room to continue with her drawings. She had accumulated a lot of work and the office had

prepared some channels for sales but to date, the new models had not been ready for sales.

Now that Stella had some time, she wanted to put all her energy into the designs. She was so focused that she

forgot to take her medicine and neither did she notice the knock on the door.

Clarence opened the door and saw her at the table. She was busy with her drawings. Clarence stood at the door

observing her for a while before going to the kitchen to pour her a glass of water. He placed the glass of water on

the table and finally, Stella looked up at him.

“Time for your medicine,” Clarence said.

“Oh.” Stella took over the medicine and checked the temperature of the glass of water. The water was just right.

After taking the medicine, Clarence left with the empty glass.

Stella raised her eyebrows in surprise as she did not expect him to be so attentive to details.

Stella was satisfied with her draft and stood up to stretch her back. She then walked over to the door and gently

pushed it open. She saw Clarence was taking his medicine. So it seemed that Clarence did not want to lose his arm.

Stella closed the door and got back to her drawings. She was not at all tired. Perhaps it was because she slept for

the entire afternoon. She continued with her drawings until midnight.

She went out of the room and saw Clarence sitting on the sofa and working on his laptop. Stella took the medical

box and walked over to him. She sat beside him and Clarence set aside his laptop. Stella stared at his wound when

she was changing the bandage. The last two times she had changed the bandages in the bedroom and the lighting

was dim. Now at the sitting room, the lighting was bright and she could take a good look at the wound. It was

shocking.

On noticing, Clarence covered her eyes and said, “Don’t look.”

Stella replied, “How can I apply the ointment without looking?”

“Follow my instructions.” He said.

Stella was speechless. Why did he have to complicate something so simple?

Clarence picked up an ear bud and placed it in her hand. He then held her hand and guided it towards the wound.

Stella followed his instructions and finally managed to apply the ointment and bandaged it. She started to clear the

rubbish and said, “It’s not the first time I’m doing this. What are you afraid of?”

“You didn’t stare at it that way in the past.” Clarence retorted.

Stella was dumbfounded and could not respond.

Clarence then said, “It’s my duty to protect you. Don’t blame yourself.”

Stella immediately replied loudly, “I don’t blame myself!”

Clarence grinned, “I can hear you fine, you need not raise your voice.”

Stella gritted her teeth and kicked him. What a scoundrel!

She indeed felt guilty but she hid it well from him. But why did he have to expose her? Why did he have to

emphasize it?

Stella stood up but Clarence grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit down on his lap.

Stella struggled and yelled, “Release me!”

Clarence grunted and frowned in pain, “Stop hitting, it hurts.”

“Go on with your show!” Stella yelled.

“If the wound bleeds again, you’ll have to redress the bandages again. Aren’t I doing this in consideration for you?”

Clarence grabbed tightly onto her waist as he asked, “Still angry?”

“Are you a broken record? Must you ask every day? Angry, angry, angry! You’re driving me to my grave!”

Before Stella could finish, her lips had been pressed. Unexpectedly, Clarence seized the opportunity when she was

distracted and grabbed her head towards him and firmly kissed her.