Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

In fact, Sherry had no particular idea about the wedding.

It was as if she was put on the spot, obviously not intending to get married. Still, her parents kept talking about it

when she returned to New Year, so she agreed to it in a daze.

As for the date, her parents were still considering it, and it will be in May or June.

For the wedding photos, she and Daniel went to Canada to take them last year, which she thought was enough, but

Daniel didn't think it counted, so they went to Ireland.

In March, the weather in Ireland is balmy, and the sun is bright but not too harsh.

It was perfect for travelling and taking wedding photos.

Sherry said warily before getting off the plane, "Your ex-girlfriends are not here, right?"

Daniel was speechless.

He was silent for a moment, seemingly in thought.

After a moment, he was firm, "No."

Sherry didn't believe him. "It was you who wanted to take photos here, so if you meet your ex-girlfriend, why don't

you two take it? I can make it happen."

Daniel took her hand and moved forward, "Don't be silly."

There were no other plans than to take wedding photos during this trip, so Daniel spent all day with Sherry going to

many places.

With her camera, Sherry took many pictures of the scenery.

When she first learned photography, she hoped one day she would be able to walk with a loved one through every

great sightsee and take pictures of it to commemorate.

She would see an album full of memories when she got older.

At one time, she thought that the person who could achieve her dreams would be Liam.

She had not expected that it would be someone who, at that time, had not yet appeared in her life.

Sherry turned her head, aimed her camera at the man answering the phone, raised her lips and pressed the

shutter.

Daniel seemed aware of her gaze and turned sideways to look at her with his eyebrows raised slightly.

Sherry saw his lips move, and he exhaled a few syllables wordlessly.

Sherry's hand holding the camera paused.

Daniel smiled at her and continued talking on the phone.

The breeze was warm, and Sherry could only feel her heart beating violently.

What he was saying was,

"I Love you."

She admitted that she was a person who needed romance.

Daniel was another person who was good at creating romance. Of course, it could not be separated from the self-

cultivation of a dandy.

Especially here, which was delighting, and his simple words were more gorgeous and radiant than all the scenery.

Until this moment, Sherry suddenly felt that being with him, even if they would eventually divorce, was much more

meaningful than her past.

At least, every moment was vividly imprinted on her heart.

Not long after, Daniel came over, "It's windy. Let's go."

Sherry also finished photographing, so she nodded, put away her camera and left with him.

Daniel naturally took the camera, holding her hand as she walked away.

"We've been to so many places. Have you decided which scenery to use?"

Sherry raised her eyebrows, "Children need to make a choice, but I, as an adult, want them all."

Daniel didn't hesitate, "Then take them all."

Sherry felt touched.

Eventually, Sherry chose three places.

Otherwise, she would become the first person to be exhausted to death from taking wedding photos.

Stella successfully finished her post-pregnancy care and returned to the Starry Lake Mansion.

She had just entered the door when she felt some tender touch on her legs, "Mum!"

Stella lowered her head and looked at Noah. The smile on her face widened as she squatted down and rubbed his

head, "Baby, when did you come back?"

Last night she asked Archer, who had said he wasn't sure and had to observe.

Clarence came out from behind, "This morning."

"So Archer is deliberately lying to me?"

Archer sat not far away and defended, "Your husband wanted to surprise you. Don't accuse me."

Stella smiled and jumped into Clarence's arms, hugging his waist, "Thank you."

Clarence whispered, "I always believe that actions are more practical than words."

Stella felt speechless.

She twisted his waist in a bit coquettish.

Clarence grinned and held her hand, "Welcome home, Mrs. Conrad."

When she came back, the tasks of taking care of the child seemed to have just begun.

Stella was well supplemented, resulting in a lot of milk.

Usually, people who were pregnant with twins didn't have enough milk. However, her twins ate little, causing her to

feel up from time to time and need to use a breast pump to suck out the excess milk.

Breast milk was the best for nutrition, and she could save the excess and feed the babies at home.

In the evening, after feeding her two daughters, Stella felt that there was still some leftover, so she sat on the edge

of the bed and used the breast pump skillfully.

Clarence returned to the bedroom and bumped to see the scene.

Seeing him at the door, Stella hurriedly turned back, ashamed and annoyed, "Didn't I tell you to come back later?"

Clarence stepped closer, "I have seen everything."

Stella muttered, "Is that the same?"

She hadn't long given birth and had to breastfeed. Although the nurses and Dolores had looked after her well, she

had been lying in bed almost daily to feed the baby. Getting up and walking when she was tired, busy and out of

sorts all day.

Clarence had to look after Noah at the hospital and go to the office. Stella had not even allowed him to go to the

center, but he still went a few times, but every time, he was told to leave by Stella after an hour at most.

Therefore, he hadn't looked at her lovingly for a long time.

Concerned, he sat next to Stella, "It doesn't hurt?"

Thinking he asked about the wound, Stella said, "It stopped hurting a long time ago."

She suddenly noticed that his eyes were falling on her breasts halfway through her words.

Stella felt speechless.

Rascal.

Clarence lifted his chin to indicate and continued, "I meant this."

Stella put down the breast pump and turned sideways to him to get the tissue to wipe the excess milk. "It doesn't

hurt as much as when the baby eats it."

Clarence held her wrist, "Don't wipe it."

Stella turned her head back, confused.

Clarence's knot rolled with his voice low and slow, "I wanna taste it."

Stella's face instantly turned red. What the hell was he doing? It was for babies.

Without waiting for her to refuse, Clarence leaned over and began to taste what he wanted.