Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella had never expected that Clarence saw the torn page from the draft book. Instantly, she blushed.

She wanted to retort him but couldn’t find any right word.

Clarence said indifferently, “Why don’t you keep making excuses?”

After a long while, Stella said, “I was just polishing my skills.”

Honestly, she didn’t believe in her excuse herself.

However, thinking that the wretched man didn’t have normal logic, she hoped that he would believe it.

Right then, Clarence curled up his thin lips, giggling in a low voice.

Stella glared at him in silence.

What was so funny about it?

Clarence said, “Let’s go. I’m starved.”

After a long morning, finishing lunch, and arriving home, Stella wasn’t in the mood to talk to the

wretched man at all. She directly walked upstairs for a nap.

However, as soon as she lay down, there was a knock on the door.

Stella suppressed her anger, got up, and opened the door, “Mr. Conrad, what’s up again?”

Clarence held a glass of water, “Take your pills.”

“I’ll take them after my nap.”

“Before the nap.”

Clarence’s tone was quite aggressive, sounding as if he would gulp it down her throat if she refused.

Stella took over the glass, walked to the desk slowly, and sat down. Then she opened the bag of the

pills and swallowed them with sips of water.

After that, Stella looked back, only to find that Clarence was sitting on the couch of her bedroom. With

the laptop on his lap, he was working.

Stella was confused.

She directly reminded him, “Excuse me, Mr. Conrad. I’m going to take a nap.”

Clarence didn’t raise his head. He answered indifferently, “Go ahead. I didn’t stop you, did I?”

Stella gritted her teeth, “Mr. Conrad, thanks for bringing me the water. I’ve taken the pills. You can

leave now.”

Clarence’s slender fingers paused on the keyboard. He looked up at her slightly and then out of the

window, “I like the view here.”

It seemed that he refused to leave her room, didn’t he?

Stella was annoyed. Before she could speak, Clarence added, “You think I don’t care about you, don’t

you? Go ahead and take a nap. I’ll accompany you here.”

“I didn’t say it!”

“No difference.” Clarence didn’t care about it. He said, “Stella, I don’t want to be commented as an

irresponsible man again because of you. Go ahead with your nap. I don’t want to repeat.”

The wretched man truly cared about others’ opinions on him, which Stella had never expected.

She decided to give up. She couldn’t do anything to him anyway. She’d rather calm down.

Lying on the bed, Stella tucked her in the quilt with her back towards him, “Mr. Conrad, please pull the

curtains for me.”

Clarence was silent.

A few seconds later, Stella heard the sound of pulling the curtains.

She lay on the bed, curling up her lips into a smile. It was so dark in the room now. She wondered how

the wretched man could continue working like that. She didn’t think that he would be sitting in her

coach for the whole afternoon.

For a long time, there was no sound in the room again.

After taking pills, Stella felt quite sleepy shortly. She rubbed against her pillow, falling asleep.

A while later, Stella felt the space behind her slightly moved. She was dizzy and didn’t sense anything

wrong. She turned around and held something in her arms. It was cool and cozy. She clung to it and

rubbed.

...

When Dolores came back from her trip, it was getting dark. She didn’t see Stella in the yard, so she

guessed that Stella must be napping in her room. After put rice in the rice cooker, Dolores went

upstairs.

She knocked at the door of Stella’s bedroom, “Stella, are you there?”

Stella rubbed her eyes and answered in a hoarse voice, “Yes, I am.”

“Time for dinner. You can get up now.” Dolores paused a bit and asked again, “Has Clare gone?”

Stella wanted to answer, but she sensed something wrong suddenly.

The man who was supposed to sit on the couch was lying next to her on her bed, his hands wrapping

her waist.

Before Stella returned to her senses, she heard Dolores’ voice again, “Hello, Stella?”

Stella blurted out, “What? Oh, well, he might be gone. I was napping in the afternoon. I didn’t see him.”

Dolores said, “All right. I’ll go downstairs.”

Right after Dolores left, Stella heard the man’s deep and hoarse voice in her ears, “You are extremely

skillful in lying.”

Stella was still shocked and couldn’t utter any word.

Who should be blamed for?

In a hurry, Stella pulled his hand away and got up. She was so annoyed, “Mr. Conrad!”

Clarence sat up with one leg slightly bent. He answered with a sleepy tone, “What’s wrong?”

“You...” Stella couldn’t find her tongue because she was so angry with him. After a long while, she said,

“I can call the police!”

Clarence asked, “Do you want to call the police just because I slept on your bed?”

“It’s not the matter of the bed. You slept beside me without my permission!”

“Didn’t you often sleep beside me?”

“At that time we haven’t divorced yet. It was legal.”

After a long while, Clarence asked, “Oh, for real?”

Stella suddenly was speechless again, because his indifferent tone reminded her of the night that she

spent with him not long ago.

It happened after they had divorced.

Clarence got up, “I’m leaving since you don’t call the police.”

Stella could only glare at him.

The wretched man sounded so complacent.

When he pulled the door open, Stella hurried stopped him, “Wait!”

Right now, Ms. Anderson was cooking in the kitchen. If he went downstairs, she would see him.

Stella said, “I’ll go downstairs first... Come down later.”

After finishing her words, she trotted downstairs without waiting for Clarence’s response.

Right then, Evelyn happened to take something over. She was talking to Dolores. Seeing that, Stella

exhaled slightly. Fortunately, she was smart and didn’t let Clarence come down first. Otherwise, if he

met Evelyn, there would definitely be rumors in the neighborhood and she couldn’t explain at all.

However, Stella never expected that as soon as she came downstairs, Clarence entered the house

from the door.

Stella quieted down.

She was staying on the second floor, which wasn’t high from the ground, but she believed that this

wretched man did it on purpose to piss her off.

Comparing to Stella, Evelyn was more shocked when seeing Clarence. She widened her eyes and said

in disbelief, “Clarence... Mr. Conrad, why are you here?”

After all, she realized that Clarence was a famous tycoon. It wasn’t so appropriate for her to call his first

name directly.

Clarence nodded slightly and greeted her, “Hi, Ms. Beckham.”

Evelyn saw him wearing slippers, more confused.

Dolores explained in a low voice, “This is my son.”

“What?”

Clarence didn’t care what was going on behind him. Casting Stella a cold glance, he went back to his

room.

Stella noticed that his shirt was dirty.

He couldn’t blame her for it, could he? He should blame himself for sleeping on her bed for no reason.

She was almost freaked out.

At the door, Evelyn was in a daze as if she couldn’t accept the fact at all.