Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After ending the call, Stella stood on the balcony for a long time.

The rain became bigger and bigger and there were barely any passengers on the streets in the distance. Only rows

of street lings stood in the rain lonely.

After a long while, Stella heaved a long sigh, walked to the kitchen, turned off the fire, ladled the porridge into a

bowl, put the bowl onto a tray and then walked into the bedroom.

The lights of the bedroom were all off and it was so quiet that Stella could even hear the sound of the rain dropping

onto the glass.

Stella put the tray on the tea table, turned on a wall lamp and walked to Clarence, only to find that Clarence had

closed his eyes and had steady breaths. It seemed like he had fallen asleep.

Stella reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead and felt relieved when learning that Clarence didn’t have

a fever.

Stella subconsciously knitted her brows when thinking that Clarence’s body still felt so cold while he had fallen

asleep for a long time.

Stella reached her hand under the quilt, wanting to check whether Clarence’s hands were cold or not.

But the moment she touched his hand, her wrist was grasped.

Stella felt a whirl of dizziness and at the next moment, she lay onto the bed.

Clarence confined her under his body with his big hand grasping her wrist. He fixed his black eyes on her and asked

in a husky voice, “Which part do you want to touch?”

Stella was rendered speechless.

She turned her head to look at him. She could feel that his hand which was grasping her wrist was also cold.

Stella looked up at him, “I prepared some porridge. Eat some.”

Clarence rubbed the veins on her wrist gently with his fingers and said in a bland tone, “I don’t have any appetite.”

“You have to eat something even if you don’t have the appetite. Eat the porridge and then eat some cold cures and

then go to bed. Otherwise, you will easily get sick. Exactly, you’re a bit sick now. Hurry up to take medicine.”

“Isn’t it good if I’m sick?”

When Stella prepared to say something, Clarence continued, “If I’m sick, no one will bother you and you can do the

things you like.”

Clarence then let go of her, turned over and sat up by the bedside.

He exuded an overwhelming aura of aloofness and indifference.

Stella got out of the bed, “It’s fine if you don’t want to see me now. I will leave right away. Anyway, you didn’t plan

to marry me at the beginning. Even though we got married later, you seldom came back home and would be

indifferent to me even if you come back. I should have learned that you detest me a lot.”

Stella took a deep breath, her voice trembling, “Rest assured. I will keep a distance from you. The farther, the

better. You will not feel bothered if you don’t see me. Many girls like you and you can have love affairs with them

happily. I know you’ve been waiting for this, right?”

Clarence was rendered speechless.

He turned around and stopped her, “What nonsense are you talking about? I didn’t mean that.”

Stella retorted righteously, “Am I wrong? You’re sick and I asked you to take some medicine. But you refused it and

even wanted me to leave. Don’t you have such an idea?”

Clarence was silent for a while. Knowing that he was in the wrong, Clarence stood up and then sat down on a sofa.

He picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him, “Forget my words just like I haven’t said that.”

When Stella saw this, the tears in her eyes immediately disappeared.

This trick was quite useful.

Oh gosh, she was talented in dealing with this circumstance.

Seeing that Clarence almost finished the porridge, Stella went out to pour some water for him and took some cold

cures into the bedroom.

Sitting on the sofa with his back against the sofa, Clarence lifted his hand to press his temples.

Stella put the glass of water and the cold cures on the tea table, “Headache?”

Clarence groaned an answer, “A little bit.”

“You bathed in the rain and then had a cold bath. You deserve it.”

Even Stella was complaining, she still walked to Clarence and stood behind him. Then she gently massaged his

temples.

No one talked again and the room became silent again.

After a long while, Stella said in a low voice, “I learned about everything.”

Clarence’s body became stiff and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Stella continued, “I know you must feel bad now, but I have to tell you that it was not your fault and you don’t have

to bear any consequences for it.”

Clarence remained silent.

Stella came straight to the point, “Archer told me that Mr. Bancroft James didn’t order his men to create the car

accident.”

“Do you know that the Steward family would not be involved in this matter if they didn’t intervene in the matters in

City N. And Lyndon wouldn’t have gotten any opportunities to plan that explosion?”

Stella was stunned and her hand stiffened in the air.

Clarence said blandly, “Not only Justin’s car accident, but your mother also had to escape with you and marry

Jeffery, and even Jeffery sold you to Twilight Club… These matters all happened because of me.”

He paused and then continued, “Do you still think that I’m not the one to be blamed?”

Stella moved her lips trying to say something, yet she didn’t know what to say. Therefore, she didn’t give any replies

even after a long while.

Clarence closed his eyes, stood up and left the room.

Never mind. A man like him didn’t deserve anything, no matter it was family affection, friendship or love.

These were extravagant hopes to him.

It was good that he could learn this early. At least she could have the chance to choose the other man.

Horace… Emmett… Or Alexander Hans who could even accept his son.

They were all good choices for her.

It was good as long as it was not him.

Was he qualified?

He was just an illegitimate son who had been framed and made use of by other people since the very beginning.

“Stand there.”

When Clarence walked to the door, Stella’s voice sounded, “What nonsense are you talking about? Why is it so

difficult to let you take some pills? Why did you have many excuses? Are you a kid who needs me to coax?”

Clarence was lost for words.

He turned around to look at her, his chin slightly tightened and his lips pressed together.

Stella walked to the sofa, sat down and then opened the box of cold cured, “Hurry up. The water almost cools

down.”

Clarence stood on the spot. Several seconds later, he walked towards her in strides.

Stella put the capsules on his palm and then clasped his hand.

Maybe it was because of the porridge, his hand finally became warm.

Stella handed the glass of water to him, “Why are you looking at me? Take the medicine.”

Clarence withdrew his gaze, threw the capsules into his mouth, lifted his chin and gulped down the water.

Stella cleaned up the residues and stood up with the tray in her hands, “All right, you can go to bed now.”

Clarence pulled her arm, yet he didn’t say anything.

Stella was amused, “What do you mean? You want me to leave? Or don’t want me to leave? I will wash the dishes.”

“Do you understand what I told you just now?”

“I understand. I’m not a fool.” Stella added, “But I think you’re wrong. Well, as I didn’t experience it, I can’t judge

who is to be blamed for Justin’s car accident. But why do you blame yourself for the things that happened to the

Steward family?”

“I…”

Stella interrupted him, “Would Lyndon drop the idea of snatching the Steward family even if you were not involved.

Even without that explosion, according to his ambitions and his…”

She paused for several seconds and then continued, “According to Charles’ trust in Lyndon, he would take charge of

the Steward Group sooner or later. Do these things have anything to do with you? Without you, Lyndon would still

do those things. But without Lyndon, all these would not have happened. I don’t understand why you insist on taking

the blame for Lyndon.”