Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

“Sherry...”

Sherry knew what she was going to say. With a smile, she interrupted, “No worries. I’ve thought it through. I’m just

dating him, not marrying him. If we don’t match, we can break up. I will continue looking for a new boyfriend.”

Stella smiled. “I agree. There are billions of men in this world. You can always find a new one if the current one

doesn’t work.”

“Uh-huh. That’s right. Probably I will fall in love with Brandon when dating him. Maybe we’ll have a wedding earlier

than you do.” Speaking of that, Sherry added, “By the way, I forgot to ask when you're going to hold the wedding. I

saw you confirm the wedding details before.”

Stella said as they were strolling forward, “I don’t know yet. We’ve been quite busy recently. Just wait for a while

and see.”

“You’d better hurry up. Aren't you planning to have a second baby? If your belly was big during the wedding, it

would be inconvenient, and you would feel exhausted.”

Stella agreed with her. However, she had just started to take medicine to nurse her health. It was uncertain when

she would get pregnant.

Clarence would get busier and busier. No matter the wedding or the pregnancy, they probably would need a long

time.

Stella nodded. “I got it. I’ll consider it carefully.”

As they were talking, they arrived at the studio.

Stella said, “Sherry, I’m going to work. Call me if you need any help.”

Sherry said, “Go ahead. I keep an eye outside.”

Entering her office, Stella sat down at the desk, opened her draft book, turned on the computer and Wacom, and

scanned those drafts onto the computer one after another. Then she modified the details.

During lunch, Sherry told Stella that Winnie had called earlier. Winnie had found someone to talk to them about the

endorsement, publicizing, and the operations in the afternoon.

To avoid distracting Stella’s attention from the design, Sherry decided to be in charge of it entirely.

However, the endorsement was a big thing. Also, Winnie was famous with a huge fan base. Sherry didn’t know

much about this matter, so she found it a bit difficult.

Hence, Stella thought of someone.

In the afternoon, Donald Shawn showed up in their studio.

He looked at Stella and Sherry on alert, crossing his arms in front of his chest in a defensive position. “What do you

want? I’m a professional attorney. I’m not an easy man. If you are drooling at my handsome face and have any

intention on me, we can sit and discuss...”

…This idiot.

Sherry looked at Stella and whispered, “Is he indeed reliable?”

Stella’s lips twitched. “Should be OK. It’s better than nobody.”

Donald was like a cat being poked.

He said, “What exactly are you unsure about me? You must make it clear. If you hurt my dignity as a man, I’ll fall

out with you.”

Stella took a deep breath and looked at Donald again. “I’d like you to write a contract and an agreement for me.”

She briefed on the matter that Winnie had invested in their studio and wanted to be their spokesperson.

Donald breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his posture. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I thought it was a big

deal. I almost have to get myself burned on the stake to prove my innocence. We can talk about it on the phone,

but you insisted on calling me over. You must treat me for dinner.”

“Of course. That was just part of it.”

Donald was alert again. “What else?”

Stella smiled at him. “I recalled that Clarence had paid you when you were working in Steward Group. In fact, you

didn't stay there for very long, so...”

Donald immediately interrupted her, “I’ve used all the money up. I won’t give it back.”

“I didn’t mean to let you give it back. Recently, we’ve been quite busy working on some contracts. Could you do us

a favor?”

Donald’s intuition told him it wasn’t something good.

He found an excuse and said apologetically, “You should know how busy a lawyer is. I always have lawsuits, and I

need to gather the evidence and all sorts. I truly want to help you, but I don’t have enough time...”

Stella directly interjected, “I’ve confirmed with Nathan. You’ve just finished an important case, and now you are on

vacation.”

Donald was rendered speechless.

He said reluctantly, “No wonder you are Clarence’s wife. I... Nathan is so unlucky to know you guys.”

Stella knew that he had agreed. With a smile, she said, “All right. That’s a deal. I’ll treat you for dinner tonight. What

would you like to have?”

Donald told her the name of the most expensive restaurant in City N.

Stella said, “I’m sorry, but our budget is limited. If you don’t mind, I can cook for you.”

"Wow. What an honor."

After a moment, he forced himself to accept it. “I get to decide what I want to eat.”

Stella smiled. “Sure. Go ahead.”

Donald would be extremely useful for them.

Hence, they had enough manpower.

They started preparing for Winnie’s endorsement.

Donald wasn’t only capable of dealing with different kinds of legal matters but also on everything about the

endorsement.

As time went by, he was in charge of all relevant matters.

After all, he had to work hard instead of going back home to inherit his family enterprise.

In the following days, Stella could hear Donald constantly whining about "I'm going to hell, am I not."

With his help, Sherry progressed fast. She found a few suitable places and inspected them. Then, she chose one

indoor and one outdoor location and discussed the decoration and shooting schedule with the staff.

When Clarence was away, Stella would take medicine and injection in secret. When she didn’t have time in the

morning, she would take the herb soup to the studio.

After one week, Archer mailed her new ones.

Despite if this medicine could help Stella get pregnant, she became spirited recently. She wondered if that was the

medicine’s effect or because she had slept earlier.

However, the injection made her feel uncomfortable every time.

It was like coldness and pain were injected into her blood. The chill wrapped around her cells. When she shivered,

she also felt numb.

When Archer mailed her the medicine, Stella felt sickened when looking at them.

Clarence came to the bedroom from the living room. Seeing that she was pale, he walked to her and asked, “What

happened? Are you sick?”

In a hurry, Stella closed the box. “Nothing. I must have been too busy today. I felt dizzy.”

Clarence looked over at the foam box in front of her. “What’s inside?” he asked.