Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Subconsciously, Stella turned around to hide the box. She looked at Clarence and said, “It’s nothing special. By the

way, Donald said he wanted to have seafood. I bought some online. We've invited him over for dinner a few days

later. I can put them into the freezer first.”

Upon hearing it, Clarence didn’t think otherwise. He just said, “You should've just ignored him. He's supposed to

appreciate the chance to have dinner here. This picky man.”

Stella smiled, pulling him into the living room. “Well, he’s quite hardworking recently. I do have to thank him.”

Clarence grabbed hold of her waist, pressed her onto the sofa, and cupped her face. He said huskily, “I’m also

hardworking. Why didn’t you thank me?”

Stella looked at him with her watery eyes. “I was already asleep when you came home. How did I cook for you? I’ll

make soup for you tomorrow. When you come back...”

Clarence stared at her and said slowly, “You know what I mean…”

It had been a month since they went to Riverside City and came back.

As Clarence finished speaking, the atmosphere changed instantly.

Their intertwined breath heated.

When his kiss landed on her skin, Stella closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and responded to him

slowly.

His hand touched her sensitive skin, making her thrill.

When his passionate kiss fell down along her neck, Stella’s breath became heavier. She gripped his shirt tightly and

bit her bottom lip to avoid letting out moans.

A moment later, Clarence held her in his arms, bit her ear, and whispered, “Shall we go back to the bedroom?”

Stella didn’t answer. Looking at him with her glistening eyes, she pressed him down on the sofa and kissed his lips.

Her hand unbuttoned his shirt.

Clarence raised his eyebrows in surprise. She rarely took the initiative in sex.

With one hand wrapped around her waist, he moved the other hand down along her back.

Shortly after, Stella lay prone on his chest as if she had no strength at all. Her breath became ragged while she

moaned.

Clarence whispered into her ear with a smile, “Do you like it?”

His fingers kept moving.

Stella was overwhelmed. She urged, “Hurry up!”

“Hmm?”

The next second, Stella almost exclaimed. She wanted to pull his hand off, but she had no strength at all.

Clarence pressed on her and whispered in her ear, “Didn’t you ask?”

Stella gritted her teeth. “I didn’t mean doing that.”

Clarence’s eyes were full of tease. “Then what?”

Stella closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

She inwardly cursed the wretched man.

She wouldn’t say as he pleased.

Seeing that, Clarence snickered. His eyes darkened. He stopped kidding with her, withdrew his fingers, and pulled

the tissues to wipe them.

He couldn’t hold back his desire any longer.

Upon hearing the sounds next to her, Stella knew what he was doing without looking.

When Clarence was about to get up and go back to the bedroom to fetch condoms, Stella pulled him to stop. She

opened her eyes with a blushed face and asked softly, “Have you forgotten what you promised me?”

Clarence rang the bell.

They planned to have another baby.

He pressed on her, bit her lips, and said slowly, “All right.”

...

When it ended, Stella lay on the bed, too tired to move a bit.

Before falling asleep, she suddenly recalled something. She looked up at Clarence and asked, “Do you smoke

recently?”

Clarence didn’t answer.

He looked away with guilt and coughed.

Stella curled her lips. She knew he smoked behind her back.

She said, “I don’t mind before, but... can you quit smoking for a while? You’d better not drink as well.”

“Sure.” Clarence asked, “When will you take me to see your doctor?”

Stella didn’t answer this time. She nestled in his arms and faked yawning. “In the future. You have been too busy

recently. Let’s wait...”

As she spoke, her voice lowered. Then she breathed evenly, seemingly she had fallen asleep.

Clarence was speechless.

He pecked on her forehead and whispered, “Good night.”

Although Stella faked falling asleep, she was indeed sleepy. Soon, she fell asleep for real in his arms.

Probably she had been going to bed and getting up early, her biological clock was basically set. When it was just

seven the following morning, she woke up.

As soon as she moved a bit, she felt sore all over. Then she turned around to sleep in.

Clarence was considerate enough after he got satisfied. He whispered, “What would you like to have for breakfast?

I’ll buy them for you.”

Stella pressed her head into the quilt and hummed. She muffled, “Anything. Whatever you get for me.”

Seeing that she was genuinely sleepy, Clarence didn’t disturb her. After he bought the food, he got a box of milk

from the fridge and poured it into the glasses.

He saw the foam box was in the corner.

Soon the fridge was closed.

When Stella was woken up by Clarence again, it had been half-past eight.

She stretched, rubbing her eyes.

Clarence stroked her hair. “Still sleepy?”

Stella pouted as if she was playing cute.

Clarence smiled. “Why don’t you keep on sleeping and skip the morning?”

“No, I can’t.”

A few seconds later, Stella gave up. She got off the bed.

She had been swamped recently, so there was too much work. Sherry and Donald had almost been in charge of

everything. Stella only needed to draft the design.

It would be shameful for her if she was sleeping at home while others were busy.

After sitting for a while, Stella still didn’t want to move at all. She reached out to Clarence with her eyes closed.

“Carry me to the bathroom.”

Clarence’s heart softened when he looked at her. He carried her in his arms and walked into the bathroom. He

asked, “Have you considered playing soft and cute to me every day?”

Stella was amused.

She whispered, “Have you considered zipping your mouth? If you can be less sharp-tongued, you are allowed to

speak a limited quota of good words every day.”

Clarence was speechless.

He put her on the sink platform, trapped her between his chest and the sink, and humped. “Does that mean no?”

Stella wrapped around his neck, squinting. With a bright smile, she said, “It depends on my mood.”

Clarence squinted, lowered his head, and was about to kiss her. Stella hopped off and dodged him. Pushing him out

of the bathroom, she said, “All right. All right. I’m going to tidy myself up. You should go to work.”

Clarence turned around. He cupped her cheeks and made her mouth pout.

Lowering his head, he pecked on her lips. “Probably I’ll consider about it if this could be my award.”