Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

On the other side, when it was around five o’clock in the afternoon, Stella called Sherry on the phone.

When she heard that the filming went well and would end at probably seven in the evening, Stella was relieved. She

went back home, preparing for dinner.

As soon as she arrived at the downstairs of her apartment, she received a call from an unknown number.

Stella swiped to answer and heard Adolph’s voice. “I’ve found where she’s staying. She’s pretty cautious, keeping

her curtain down all the time. I can catch her in the evening.”

Pinching her phone, Stella said, “Okay. I got it. I can’t go to see you in the evening. I’ll give you an address and

number. You can take her directly over to that address.”

After hanging up the phone, Stella sent Daniel’s number and the hospital address to Adolph.

It had been a grudge between Daniel and Amanda, but she wanted to find the woman because Clarence was

involved somehow.

Hence, she just wanted to hand her to Daniel.

After she returned home, Stella took out the ingredients bought today and started cooking.

She rinsed all the ingredients, put the chopped ones into the pot, and turned on the gas. Then she stood up and

stretched a bit.

The sun was setting. The sunshine fell into the kitchen through the window.

Stella checked the time. It had been half-past six.

She picked up her phone and checked on the photos that Sherry sent her.

The filming should be finished in two to three hours.

Stella walked to the balcony and took down the hung clothes.

While she was folding them, she heard footsteps from the porch.

She looked up at the man walking to her in surprise. “Why are you home so early today?”

Clarence sat next to her and hummed gently. “I went to your studio, but you were'nt there.”

“I thought you would finish work at eight, so I didn’t tell you...”

Since they had come back from Riverside City, the earliest that Clarence could arrive home was at nine in the

evening.

Stella told him that she would invite Donald and Sherry over for dinner and asked him to make it earlier. Clarence

wasn't sure back then.

However, she had never expected that he would come home so early.

Clarence asked, “Did you go to see Adolph Miller yesterday?”

Stella was surprised, keeping silent.

She didn’t answer his question. Instead, she lowered her head to sniff the folded clothes.

She wondered if the wretched man’s nose was so sensitive.

She had washed the clothes twice, so they weren't supposed to have any cigarette smell.

Looking at the shock and confusion in her eyes, Clarence confirmed his guess and asked, “What are you thinking

about?”

Stella hurriedly put down the clothes. “Nothing. How did you know?”

“The only way to prevent people from knowing is not to do it.”

Stella curled her lips. “Please keep this line to yourself.”

Clarence raised his eyebrows. He probably lacked the confidence to retort, so he was silent.

After a while, he asked, “Why do you want to find Amanda?”

Stella continued to fold the clothes. “Emmett said once I found her, I would know who's behind, and the truth would

come out. Anyway... It’s easy for Adolph to find her, so I asked him for help.”

Clarence paused. “Did you do it for me?”

“Not really. For myself,” she answered.

Clarence was confused.

Stella explained, “I told Emmett so affirmatively that I trusted you, so I should look into this matter. If it has

something with you for real, I’ll be embarrassed. I must take...”

Clarence pinched her cheek with one hand, approached her, and whispered, “Can't you say something nice?”

Stella slapped his hand off. “I’ve learned it from you...”

Before she finished her words, Clarence lowered his head and bit her lips.

After a moment, he let go of her and said, “I learned it from you.”

Stella was speechless.

“If you talk nicer in the future, I’ll also give you a reward,” he added.

With a blushed face, Stella got out of his embrace and stammered, “I... I don’t want such a reward...”

Everything spoken by him sounded so brazen.

Stella stood up and pressed the folded clothes into his arms. “Put them into the cloakroom. I’ll start cooking.”

Clarence smiled, and his eyes were full of amusement.

Stella walked into the kitchen, put the rice in the steamer, chopped the vegetables, and make sauces.

Soon, Clarence appeared behind her back.

Stella turned around and asked, “Did you take a shower?”

Clarence answered, “Yes.”

Stella said, “Go out of the kitchen. I’ll start frying now. There will be smokes.”

When she was about to open the fridge, he grabbed her hand.

She looked into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Clarence said, “I recall I’ve promised you never to hide anything from you.”

Stella said, “I’ve been used to ti...”

She knew Clarence had always been busy dealing with all kinds of things, so he couldn’t tell her everything.

Besides, she knew that she had known the things that she was supposed to know.

She was angry with him because he had hidden something from her because she didn’t know while her baby was

alive.

Other things were not so critical as this matter.

Her current wish was quite simple. As long as the little fellow could be safe and healthy, she had no other thoughts

and expectations.

Clarence said, “Sometimes, I don’t want to hold out on you, but I just don’t know how to tell you about them.”

Stella answered solemnly, “You can write them down,” she added tentatively, “Or, draw them down?”

Clarence withdrew his hand and put it into his pocket. “Go ahead to cook.”

Stella stared at him and said after a moment of silence, “Well, since you’ve said that, I can give you a chance.

However, we should be equal. I should also have such a chance.”

Clarence frowned and got the critical point instantly. “You're hiding something from me?”

“Sometimes, I don’t want to hold out on you, but I just don’t know how to tell you about them,” Stella replied to him

with exactly the same line that he had just said.

Clarence was speechless.

He said, “You can write or draw it down.”

Stella was suddenly amused by their meaningless chitchat. She pushed him out of the kitchen. “All right. Stop

messing around. I’m cooking now. The guests will arrive soon. I don’t want to keep them waiting.”

Clarence stood outside the kitchen and looked at her back, rubbing between his eyebrows.

Right then, his phone rang.

It was a call from Maxwell.

Clarence went to the balcony and swiped to answer it. “Speak.”

Maxwell said, “Mr. Conrad, we’ve found her clue. Now we’re waiting for her to come out from her house.”

Clarence said, “Adolph Miller should be there already. You must hide from him when capturing the target. Don’t let

him discover your traces.”