Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella was still highly strung-up when she arrived at the hotel.

Seeing that Stella was worrying about Clarence, Nathan comforted her, “Ms. Radomil, please rest assured. Our

men are waiting for Mr. Conrad outside of the James’ Mansion and there won’t be any accident.”

Stella said in a low voice, “I’m not worried about this.”

She had a hunch that Clarence must have known something.

And the truth was not that acceptable.

Nathan also found out some clues about Dolores’ relationship with the James family before. Although they couldn’t

confirm the authenticity of the information before, it seemed like Clarence got the answer in the James family

today.

The sky gradually became dark and it began to drizzle.

But Clarence didn’t come back.

Stella took a deep breath, thinking she couldn’t wait like this.

When she just walked out of the room, she bumped into Nathan.

Half an hour later, by the riverside…

The rain became heavier and the wind felt cold.

Stella felt her throat tight when looking at Clarence’s back. She asked, “He has been standing here after leaving the

James’ Mansion?”

Nathan nodded his head, “He has been here for several years and no one dares to comfort him.”

This was the reason why Nathan asked Stella to come over.

Stella pressed her lips together, opened an umbrella and walked out of the car.

After a long wife, Clarence finally noticed her and turned his head to look at her.

He asked in an extremely husky voice, “Why are you here?”

Clarence’s clothes were all wetted by the rain and drips of water dripped down his hair.

Stella asked in an extremely gentle voice, “It’s rainy. Aren’t you going back?”

Clarence looked up at the sky and finally realized that it was dark.

He withdrew his gaze and said without any emotion in his black eyes, “Let’s go.”

On the way back, Clarence had been closing his eyes and hadn’t uttered a word.

The whole car was prevailed by silence.

Stella moved her lips several times, trying to say something, but swallowed the words she wanted to say again and

again.

When they arrived at the hotel, Clarence directly walked into the bathroom.

Stella went to the bedroom to take his pyjamas and then knocked at the door of the bathroom, “I put your pyjamas

at the door.”

Clarence groaned a simple answer in the bathroom.

Stella walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Luckily, there were some food materials she bought

several days ago.

Clarence would easily catch a cold since he was bathed in the rain for a long time today. Stella prepared a ginger

soup and then prepared to cook spaghetti.

When the ginger soup was almost ready, Clarence walked out of the bathroom.

Stella ladled the soup for him while saying, “Clarence, come over and drink the soup.”

Clarence walked over and sat in front of the table.

Stella cooled down the bowl’s temperature with cold water. When it was not that hot, she placed it in front of

Clarence, “Drink the soup first. The dinner will be prepared soon.”

After finishing the words, Stella walked into the kitchen and put the cooked spaghetti onto two plates and began to

season them.

When all these were done, Stella turned around and found that Clarence was still maintaining the same posture. He

sat at the table, seeming to be pondering something.

Stella paused for several seconds and then walked over and waved her hand in front of his eyes, “Do you feel

uncomfortable? I will go out to buy some cold cure.”

Clarence looked towards her and replied blandly, “Don’t bother.”

He then picked up the bowl of ginger soup. When he prepared to drink it, Stella grasped his wrist.

Stella said, “It has turned cold. I will heat it.”

Just as she finished the words, Clarence lifted his chin and gulped down the soup.

Stella looked down at her empty hands. The remaining chillness was so obvious.

She frowned, “Why are your hands so cold?”

Clarence put down the bowl and said in a flat tone, “Yes?”

Stella’s frown became tighter. She grasped his hand again and felt it icy cold.

An idea immediately popped out into her mind.

She couldn’t help but increase her voice, “Did you have a cold bath?”

Clarence replied, “I don’t remember.”

Although Stella was worried about him, she was still infuriated by his behaviour, “You bathed in the rain and then

had a cold bath right after that. Are you seeking death? Didn’t… didn’t you tell me that we should tell each other if

we have any problem? Why did you do that? What should I…”

Stella suddenly felt a lump in the throat and her eyes got red at the next moment.

Clarence grasped her hand and comforted her in a low voice, “I’m fine. I just feel a bit tired.”

Stella had never seen such a dejected Clarence and she suppressed the urge to cry, “Then go to bed after having

the meal. I will go out to buy some cold cure.”

“I won’t get sick easily. Have the dinner first.”

Clarence asked Stella to sit beside him.

After a short while, Clarence put down his fork, “I’m full. I will go to bed.”

He gently landed a kiss on Stella’s glabella, “Good night.”

Sitting at the table, Stella fixed her eyes on his back and withdrew her gaze several seconds later. She was at a loss

when looking at the bowl in front of her dully.

Clarence ate so little.

Stella closed her eyes and lost her appetite.

She cleaned the plates. Originally she planned to go out to buy some cold cure, but unexpectedly, she bumped into

the manager of the hotel when she walked to the lift. The manager told her that the hotel had cold cures and they

would send the medicine to her room later.

Stella thanked him and then came back to her room.

She stepped into the bedroom and found it dark.

She didn’t know whether Clarence had fallen asleep.

Ten minutes later, a staff of the hotel sent her some cold cures.

Thinking that Clarence didn’t have anything tonight and he couldn’t eat the pills directly, Stella prepared some

vegetable porridge.

After that, Stella sat down on the sofa, turned on her phone and found that Archer sent her a message half an hour

ago.

Archer: Is Clarence back?

Stella texted: He’s back.

Archer asked: Is he all right?

Stella replied: You should be clearer of it than me.

Archer didn’t reply.

Stella put down her phone, heaved a long sigh and then looked out of the windows dully.

After a short while, her phone rang. It was a call from Archer.

Stella walked to the balcony to answer the call.

At the other end of the phone, Archer coughed, not knowing how to start the topic.

He asked, “What… what do you want to know?”

Stella had many entangled thoughts in her mind at the moment. She rubbed her temples, “Tell me the important

matters.”

Archer was rendered speechless. Then he began to tell her concisely about why Dolores would leave the James

family and why she chose to come back now.

Stella subconsciously tightened the clench on her phone when she heard the words, “Do you mean that Justin’s car

accident has something to do with the James family?”

“How to explain it… Although Mr. Bancroft James didn’t order his man to do so, the accident happened because the

other party took the chance of his intervention into the things in City N.”

Stella gasped. She suddenly understood what Clarence felt when he stood by the riverside tonight.

He thought he was the cause of Justin’s car accident.

Archer said, “I have to go to the laboratory. Let’s stop here. Call me if you have any problems. I will give you

Darnell’s number and you can also call him if you need help.”