Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Nathan looked at her face and probably guessed what she was thinking. So he said with his mouth twitched a bit,

“It’s not what you think. It’s my mother. She was seriously ill ten years ago. It was Mr. Conrad who gave me a sum

of money so that she could have an operation.”

Remembering that he had mentioned his mother several times before, she asked, “How is your mother now?”

He replied, “The surgery failed and she passed away.”

She was stunned and did not know what to say for a moment.

He said with a relaxed smile, “At least she received the operation. Otherwise, I would have regretted it for the rest

of my life.”

On the way back home, she kept thinking about this matter.

Seeing that she was distracted, Clarence asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She paused, and said, "I met Nathan downstairs."

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “What did he say to you?”

“Just…that he said he would always be by your side and that you might have forgotten something,” she said.

He said, “The matter of his mother’s surgery?”

She nodded and was a little surprised. “So you haven’t forgotten it.”

He said, “How can I forget such a thing? But if he wants to stay, I won’t use it to make him change his mind.”

Upon hearing this, she smiled, jumped into his arms, straddled on his legs and rubbed his face. “In fact, you are

quite adorable.”

He wanted to tell her to stop when she cupped his face and kissed him.

Soon she backed away.

He looked at her and mutter in a throaty voice, “Don’t you want to eat?”

She said, “Yes, and we…”

Before she could stand up, she was held down by him on the waist.

He put her in the sofa and kissed her eyes. “We will eat later.”

She looked at him with moist eyes. “It will get cold later.”

“I will heat it up then,” he said.

She did not know what to say.

Without waiting for her to speak again, he kissed her lips, hands gently rubbing her exposed waist and continuously

going up.

The atmosphere got steamier and gradually they were engulfed in the heat of desire.

…

On the other side, Sherry was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She thought about what Stella told her. If it wasn’t for Caesar, she wouldn't have miscarried.

Then she thought about Daniel, not knowing what happened to him now and whether he was injured.

The more she thought about these things, the more confused she became.

So she simply sat up and went to the living room for a glass of water.

When drinking water, she looked at the withering flowers on the windowsill, went over, squatted down, and poured

the water into the pot.

She suddenly remembered that Daniel also grew some plants. Maybe his flowers were dying too.

She squatted on the ground for a while, then stood up suddenly, walked to the door, changed her shoes, took the

car keys and left home.

When she arrived at the downstairs of the neighborhood she had rented with Stella, she parked the car and quickly

went upstairs.

As she got closer to the place, she had a strange feeling in her heart.

It seemed that as soon as she opened the door, she would see Daniel.

When she got off the elevator, she entered the code, and as she saw the bright light in the house, she was almost

certain she guessed it right. With a smile on her face, she shouted, “Daniel…”

However, before she could finish her words, a sexy woman wearing a halter neck sleepwear came out of the

bedroom.

The woman looked at her with a lazy look. “Who are you?”

“Sorry, sorry…” Sherry apologized.

She stepped backwards while feeling strange. Was this place re-rented out?

The woman called out to her. “Wait.”

Sherry stopped there and continued to apologize, “Sorry. My friend used to live here…”

The woman narrowed her eyes and approached her step by step with crossed arms.

At that moment, a familiar male voice came from inside the house, “Amanda.”

The woman and Sherry looked over at the same time.

The next second, Daniel walked out.

Amanda asked, “Is she your friend?”

He nodded slightly and looked at Sherry. “Are you looking for me for something?”

Sherry almost froze there and could not say anything.

When she came here, she did really expect to see him. But she certainly didn't expect that she would see him in

this situation.

She sized him up and down. Well, he looked good and seemed not injured at all. She simply thought too much.

The woman went to the sofa and sat down, opened a bottle of red wine and drank leisurely.

After a long while, Sherry said hesitantly, “I heard Stella say that you had an accident… I thought maybe the flowers

here are dying, so I came to check.”

“I am fine. You can go now,” he said.

She subconsciously turned her head. But only did she take a few steps, she paused, eyes reddened. She can't help

scolding him, “Are you crazy? Don’t you know that Stella and Clarence still think you are in Lyndon’s hands and they

are mortgaging Steward Group’s assets to save you! And you…you are here with this woman…”

Hearing her words, he froze and frowned slightly.

A moment later, he said, “Please tell them that there is no need to do this for me.”

She said, “You have to say it yourself. It’s none of my business!”

After that, she turned around and left in stride, closing the door with a bam.

Only after hearing her get into the elevator did he withdraw his eyes.

In the sofa, Amanda asked with interest while sipping the wine, “Is she your new girlfriend?”

He coldly said, “No. And it has nothing to do with you.”

She said, “What a pity! I should have let her stay with you.”

He wanted to say something but he coughed violently. Soon some blood oozed on his back.

She came over, took out the needle in her pajama pocket and injected him. It was originally prepared for Sherry. “I

told you not to move around. Now I wasted a needle again.”

He asked before falling unconsciously, “What’s going on outside?”

“Didn’t your girlfriend tell you? I did not expect you to be worth a lot of money. I wish I could trade you for the

money.” She added with a sigh, “Unfortunately, what I want most is your life.”

He said, “She is not my girlfriend. So don’t hurt her.”

She helped him into the bedroom and threw him on the bed. “If she is not your girlfriend, why are you so worried?

She is not far away, so should I bring her back to keep you company?”

“How dare you?” he said.

Before passing out, he said, “If you dare to touch her, I will make your life worse than death.”