Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

For a long time, Channing didn't say anything as he hugged her.

Winnie didn't want to spoil the mood either. But honestly, when there was a bed, could they not squeeze on the

sofa?

She whispered, "It's getting late. Why don't you go inside and sleep?"

Channing said, "I can come in and sleep with you if you agree."

Winnie was speechless.

Then it was better not to.

She said, "I'll get you two more quilts."

With that, Winnie tried to get up.

But Channing didn't move, as if he wasn't going to just let her go.

Winnie was puzzled.

Channing stared at her with dark eyes, "Last night ..."

Realizing what he was going to say, Winnie immediately said, "Don't say anything! I thought I told you not to say

anything!"

Channing curled his lips covertly, "I know. I won't say anything."

Winnie breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could catch her breath, he had kissed her again.

He was all the more daring than before, kissing and touching her recklessly.

Winnie breathed heavily. When he pushed up her shirt and lowered his head, she tried to reach out to push him but

felt numb from the top of her head to her fingertips.

She had absolutely no strength.

Finally, just as she was muddling through, feeling like she was going to disconnect from the world, the clear touch

expanded her nerves, making it seem as if the perception of her every organ had expanded hundreds of times.

Channing's kiss landed on her ear. He nibbled gently at her earlobe while his voice was low and hoarse.

"I told you that I won't force you."

"But I want to make you comfortable, too."

Winnie felt defenseless, just being led by him.

Even her breathing slowly faltered.

After a long time, her breathing subsided and even the sound of the rain outside the window seemed to have

diminished.

Winnie pushed him away and ran into the bathroom with her face flushed.

Channing pulled two sheets of paper and slowly wiped his fingers. With the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw,

he looked down at his trousers, picked up the remaining half cup of water that had cooled, and tilted his head back

to drink it down.

...

After three days of continuous rain, Monday was indeed a good day.

It was just that the temperature had dropped a lot compared to what it was before.

Emmett stood across the studio and watched quietly.

Daniel put his hand on his shoulder, "You've been standing for almost an hour. You might as well go inside and say

hello."

Emmett shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "She said she didn't want to see me again."

"Why don't you find a chance to explain it to her？"

Emmett couldn't help laughing, "That won't be necessary. It's like Stella said that the mistake has been made and

it's my problem. What's the point of me explaining? Besides, there's no way I can put the whole blame on my

mother."

Daniel frowned, "Didn't you ask Clarence to look into it for you? Have you heard anything yet?"

"Not yet." Emmett said, "I've thought about it over the last few days and it really doesn't seem to matter why

anymore. What can I do if I know?"

With that, Emmett turned his head to look at him, "I'm leaving this time and I don't think I'll be back for nearly a few

years. I have to trouble you to visit my parents when you’re free. I know my mother has done something wrong,

but ... she is my mother after all."

Daniel said, "I know. Don't worry."

Emmett said, "I'm off then. I'll leave everything here to you."

Daniel said, "Have a good trip. Let me know when you get there."

Emmett nodded and got into his car to leave.

When he had gone, Daniel withdrew his eyes and walked towards the studio.

Sherry was in the studio taking pictures. The light was good today, and the photos taken by the window were great.

Apart from the ones that Winnie had endorsed, there were still some details of the finished pictures that needed to

be taken.

However, because of the official endorsement, orders doubled both online and at the studio. The stockroom here

was almost full and the studio, which used to be spacious, was getting narrower and narrower.

As the staff became more and more numerous, they had to look around to see if there was anything or anyone else

next to them when they landed their feet.

Daniel didn't go in, but leaned against the wall and watched quietly.

Sherry was usually playful and humorous, but when it came to work, she became serious and rigorous. Her hair

was held in place with a clip at the back of her head, with a few strands falling down to her fair neck.

The soft sunlight fell on the side of her face, making her look even more beautiful.

Daniel had no idea how long he had stood there while his eyes lingered on her face and did not move away.

Sherry, probably aware of a gaze that had been following her, turned her head to look over.

Daniel was standing a short distance away. He was tall and erect and stood out in the crowded room.

He was staring at her intently with deep eyes.

Sherry couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, feeling her heart beating uncontrollably fast.

He was ... quite good-looking.

There was no denying that with his good looks, Daniel was striking everywhere he went and looked like a playboy at

first glance. And because he was of mixed race, he had a natural knack for attracting girls.

So she never thought that she had that ability to make him love only her.

The way he felt about her now was just a passing fancy.

Sherry handed the camera in her hand to her assistant and walked over towards him, "What brings you here?"

Daniel slowly stood up straight and said in a slow voice, "Can I buy you dinner?"

Sherry said, "Sorry, I have a date."

Daniel frowned, "With who?"

"Just a friend."

"A man or a woman?"

"Man."

"I'm going too."

Sherry said, "If you want to go, just go. I can't stop you. You've got legs."

Seeing her unconcerned attitude, Daniel tried to say something else while Sherry clapped her hands towards the

staff behind her, "Stop chatting. Get on with the shoot."

With that, Sherry took over the camera and got back into work.

Daniel couldn't join in at all and felt a drumming in his temples at the thought of her going to dinner with another

man for the evening.

He turned, exited the photo studio, and went to the adjacent room.

Stella was outside setting up the displays with the girls. When she saw him approaching with a stern face, she told

the girls to leave.

Stella said, "Why do you look like that? Did you and Sherry have a fight?"

Daniel took a breath and asked, "She said she was going to dinner with a guy tonight. Do you know about this?"

Stella put down what she was holding, "I heard her say it at lunch. I think it was a high school friend who came to

City N on a business trip and was looking for her for dinner."

"Why would he want to see her alone for dinner?"

Stella thought about it, "I guess when a man asks a woman to dinner alone, it's mostly because he has a crush on

her and wants to have further development with her."