Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

This was a reason she couldn't say no to.

Stella looked at the ring on the coffee table and did not say anything.

Caesar added, “If Elaine knew about this, she would also want Ms. Radomil to keep it for her first.”

At this time, Caesar’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, “Ms. Radomil, I’ll leave first then.”

Seeing Caesar come out, Elaine went over and asked, “Uncle, you’re leaving?”

Caesar nodded, “Behave yourself, okay? I may not have the opportunity to visit you in the future.”

Bewildered, Elaine asked, “Why?”

“I’ve finished my task in City N. It’s time to leave.”

“Ah…” Elaine’s face was full of reluctance, “There are many interesting places in City N to visit. Won’t you stay a

few more days?”

Caesar chuckled, “Elaine, I’m not here to have fun. You too should go home after a while, don’t make your father

worry.”

Elaine pouted, “Okay.”

Caesar patted her head and turned around to walk out of the studio.

On the side, a young woman in the studio asked, “Elaine, how old is your uncle. He looks so young.”

Elaine thought for a moment, “He should be almost forty. He is ten years younger than my father.”

“Oh my god! Almost forty! I can’t tell at all. He is wearing really well!”

Whilst they were talking, Stella abruptly came out of the lounge and trotted after Caesar.

When Caesar was about to get in the car, Stella called him, “Mr. James.”

Caesar turned back and said gently, “Is there any matter, Ms. Radomil?”

Stella handed him the ring box in her hand, “It’s inappropriate to let me keep this thing. If Mr. James wants to give it

to Elaine, please give it to her personally.”

Caesar was obviously a bit surprised. He paused for a moment before saying, “Is Ms. Radomil worried about owing

me a favor?”

Stella smiled, “I can’t afford to repay this favor from Mr. James, so I naturally don’t need to worry about owing it. I

just feel that I don’t deserve it.”

After saying that, Stella put the ring box in his hand and nodded at him. She then turned around and went back to

the studio.

Caesar looked at her back while his fingers were rubbing the ring box. He slowly narrowed his eyes.

In the hotel.

Freya who was wearing a bathrobe was leaning lazily against the sofa. Her chestnut curly hair was hanging behind

her shoulders and there was a cigar between her fingers.

Seeing Caesar come back, she gently exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said mockingly, “How, you failed, right? I

told you, she is very alert.”

Caesar was sitting opposite her. He took off the gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the lenses, “Is that so, I think she’s

a sincere person.”

He had also heard the legend about Clarence’s ex-wife, who was profit-oriented, calculating and determined to get

married to Clarence by foul means.

That day at the jewelry exhibition, Caesar could tell at a glance that she had some unusual feelings for this ring. So,

when Chassell ruined the original plan, he bought it.

He thought Stella would accept it directly but surprisingly, she gave it back to him.

This was indeed something out of his expectation.

Freya snickered, “That is Clarence’s woman. She can’t be touched. You don’t have any thoughts about her, do

you?”

Caesar stopped pondering and put on his glasses again. He took a cigar, lit it and said indifferently, “How is the

matter that I had you investigate?”

Freya replied, “I’ve found out the original owner of that ring is Charles Steward’s wife. At the jewelry exhibition,

Stella should also know about it and that’s why she paid special attention to this ring.”

Hearing this, Caesar opened the ring box, took out the ring and observed it carefully, “I see.”

“You don’t need to try finding any more breakthroughs from Stella. I just got the news that Clarence sent someone

to Canada to pick up Justin. He is probably going to hand over the company to Justin.”

Caesar looked askance, “Is it confirmed?”

“The board meeting of Conrad Group will be held two days later and Clarence sent someone to pick up Justin at this

time. What other reason can there be?”

Caesar put down the ring, took a puff at the cigar and laughed, “Clarence really never disappoints me.”

…

Two days later.

When Clarence just came out of the bathroom, he saw Stella sitting on the bed and h looking at the front with

bleary eyes. She was not completely awake.

He walked over and rubbed her hair, “Why do you wake up so early.”

Stella yawned, pulled Clarence’s arm and stood slowly on the bed. She then fell into his arms.

It was rare to see her make such an intimate action. Clarence subconsciously embraced her and reached out to pat

her back. He whispered, “What’s wrong?”

Stella buried her face in his shoulder, “Have you changed your clothes, let me wear the tie for you.”

“You got up just for this?”

Stella replied a vague muffled "yes".

Clarence looked at her with a gentle gaze. After a few seconds of silence, he carried her in his arms and went into

the cloakroom, “Pick a set?”

Stella did not want to choose. When she was being carried by him, her eyes were still closed, “Aren’t all your clothes

of the same color? What can I choose.”

“Then what color would you like me to wear?”

“Pink.”

Clarence was speechless.

Clarence carried her with one arm, took the suit and shirt and sat on the sofa in the cloakroom, “Help me change.”

Stella finally opened her eyes. I just said I wanted to help you wear the tie, when…”

“Since you’re up, don’t waste it.”

Stella wanted to ignore him.

Clarence glanced at the time and whispered in her ear, “Hurry up baby, I’ll be late.”

After saying that, he quickly took off his pajamas and put the shirt into Stella’s hand.

Fine.

Imagining how horrible it would be for Clarence to be late for the board meeting today because of such a thing,

Stella was completely awake.

She could only give in.

After buttoning up the last button of his shirt, Stella turned around, opened the glass drawer, took out a tie and

helped him wear it.

Half an hour had passed.

Stella finished tying the tie and got up while saying, “Done, it’s getting late, you can go…”

Before she finished her words, she was pulled back.

Clarence clasped her head and his tongue pried open her lips and moved straight in.

Stella was not awake so her head was dizzy. Being kissed by him like this, her legs got even weaker. Her hands

wrapped around his shoulders to prevent herself from falling.

Fortunately, the kiss did not last long. Clarence quickly let go of her and carried her back to the bed. He leant down

to kiss her forehead, “Go back to sleep. I’m leaving.”