Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

With the bank card in his hands, Jeffrey went downstairs happily. Suddenly, a black Rolls Royce was

pulled over right in front of him.

The door of the car was opened. Clarence got off with a cold look. He cast Jeffrey a glance, his eyes

full of fury.

Jeffrey shivered, taking a few steps back. When he was about to explain, Clarence bypassed him and

strode into the lobby of the hotel.

Nathan followed him hurriedly. After receiving a call, he got the exact location, “Mr. Conrad, the ninth

floor.”

Without any stop, Clarence walked towards the elevator directly.

Seeing that, the receptionist asked, “What are you doing...”

Right then, the manager of the hotel trotted over, shaking his head at her desperately.

Arriving on the ninth floor, Clarence’s men rapidly controlled the two men at the door. Clarence looked

at the hotel manager who followed them and said in a cold tone, “Open the door.”

“Yes. Yes.”

The hotel manager didn’t dare to delay at all. In a panic, he opened the door of the room.

In the room, Stella was sitting next to the bed, her eyes blank and her clothes messy.

When the door was open, she looked as if she had returned to her senses, pinching the ashtray with

the bloodstain in her hands tightly.

When Clarence’s figure appeared in her sight, Stella was in a daze as if she hadn’t expected that she

would see him here.

Clarence stood motionlessly. Without looking back, he ordered, “Wait at the door.”

Nathan answered, “Yes, Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence took off his jacket, walked over, and squatted down in front of Stella. Then he put his jacket

on her shoulders and tried to reach the ashtray in her hands.

She didn’t release, gazing at him.

Clarence said, “I’m here. It’s alright.”

Stella didn’t utter a sound.

She didn’t mean it.

She was just wondering if she should also take the chance and knock it on his head as well.

Clarence increased the strength on his fingers and opened her hands. Then he tossed the ashtray

away, picked her up, and carried her in his arms.

Reaching the door, he paused a bit. He looked back at the room and ordered, “Clean it up.”

Nathan nodded.

On the way from the hotel to the car, Stella kept silent. She was nestling in his arms, lost in thought.

Clarence put her on the backseat and said to the driver, “The hospital.”

Stella raised her head in conditional reflex, “No, I won’t go there!”

Clarence looked down at her.

Stella realized that she seemed to overreact. Wrapping herself more tightly, she mumbled, “Have you

said we’ll go there tomorrow? You can’t break your promise.”

Clarence was so angry that he couldn’t utter a word for a moment. How could she misunderstand that

he came all the way here just for doing that thing?

He turned around and said in a cold tone, “Up to you.”

The driver felt so wronged and helpless. Eventually, they didn’t make it clear that where he should drive

to. In such a tense atmosphere, he didn’t have the guts to ask clearly. Hence, he had to make a

decision by himself and drove towards Starry Lake Mansion.”

Stella huddled up in the corner. She didn’t know why but she felt dizzier and had a weird reaction in her

body.

After a while, she slightly peered out of the window, “It’s not heading in the direction where my home

is.”

Clarence glanced at her, “Where is your home?”

“My home is...” As she spoke, Stella lowered her head, “Forget it. I don’t have a home. I have nothing.”

Clarence wasn’t in the mood to talk to her again.

In half an hour, the Rolls Royce parked at Starry Lake Mansion. Clarence said in a flat tone, “Get off.”

Stella held the door of the car, getting out of it.

Clarence took a few steps forward, turned around, and looked at her, “Why are you standing there? Do

you want me to hold you?”

Stella was speechless.

If she had such a ridiculous thought, she’d rather twisted to break her neck.

Right then, she heard a voice from aside, “Excuse me, Mrs. Conrad. Please allow me to help you up.”

Stella turned around, only to find that Clarence’s private doctor was standing next to her.

“Thank you, Doc...”

After taking a few steps, Stella felt her legs weakened. She saw black. When she was about to faint,

the man walking in front of them suddenly turned back and carried her in his arms, walking towards the

mansion.

Stella tried her best to open her eyes, “I didn’t ask you to hold me...”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

...

On the second floor, after the doctor checked Stella up, he walked to the door and reported, “Mr.

Conrad, there’s nothing serious about Mrs. Conrad. The baby in her belly is fine. She was shocked.

She’ll recover after resting a few more days.”

Clarence glanced at Stella, who was sleeping on the bed. With a frown, he asked, “Why is she like

that?”

The doctor coughed and explained, “Judging from Mrs. Conrad’s status, I think it’s because she had

been drugged, and also...”

“Also?”

“There should be a trace of aphrodisiac in the overpowering drug.” The doctor immediately explained,

“Mr. Conrad, please rest assured. It’s just a slight trace. If you are afraid it would impact the baby in her

belly, you can take her to have a detailed checkup in the hospital tomorrow.”

Clarence pressed his lips, “I see.”

The doctor said, “Then I’m leaving now, Mr. Conrad.”

“Okay.”

Before leaving, the doctor whispered, “Mr. Conrad, after the third month of pregnancy, you still can

have sex with your wife. Just control your strength.”

Clarence lost his tongue.

After the doctor was gone, Clarence closed the door. He walked to the bed. With his hands in the

pockets, he looked down at the woman lying on the bed.

Stella wasn’t in a deep sleep at all. However, her pale face was full of unnatural blush, her eyelashes

trembling. Her lips looked ruby.

Clarence’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He looked away and saw her wrists that were tied up by the cloth

strings. She seemed to have struggled fiercely. There were a few traces of dried bloodstains on them.

He turned around and walked into the bathroom. With a towel soaked in the warm water, he wiped off

the bloodstains from her wrists and pasted several Band-Aids on the wounds.

Stella woke up somehow, staring at him in silence.

After a long while, she said, “Mr. Conrad.”

He didn’t raise his head, “Go ahead.”

Stella pressed her lips, “Have you given Jeffrey Radomil money?”

“Isn’t it the same to give it to you and him?” Clarence tossed the package of the Band-Aids into the

trash can, “No worries. I’ve promised you that you don’t owe me anything, including his debt. I won’t

ask you for it.”

“Why did you give it to him?”

She knew that Clarence had a way to deal with such a cad like Jeffrey. According to Clarence’s

character and how much he disliked her, he shouldn’t have been threatened by Jeffrey.

Clarence casted her a glance, “I just want to buy some peace.”

Stella withdrew her gaze on him. Staring at the ceiling, she clicked her tongue, “Mr. Conrad, your peace

is so costly, isn’t it?”

“I never expected that you’re so ruthless.”

Stella knew what he was referring to. She just answered, “Mr. Conrad, if you have someone to protect,

you won’t have thought so.”

Clarence looked over at her belly, “Have someone to protect? If I wanted to take you to the hospital,

would you also want to break my head?”

Stella didn’t answer.

Seeing her keep silent, Clarence knew that he was correct.