Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Sherry gaped on the other end of the line.

After a ten-second silence, she said formally, “Hello, Mr. Conrad. I’m Stella’s new friend. My name is

Sofia Cooper.”

Clarence answered indifferently, “Really?”

“Yeah, for real. Haha... Nice to meet you, Mr. Conrad. I won’t be disturbing you, then.”

After finishing her words, Sherry hung up the phone as soon as possible.

The call ended after a few beeps. Then the room fell into a dead silence.

This was the first time that Stella wished she could vanish from this world. The man’s eyes were black

and deepened, as cold as a pool. She withdrew her gaze, moving down bit by bit as if she wanted to

escape through the space between him and the chair.

However, when she just had the thought, Clarence folded his arms. She almost moved into his arms.

Stella paused. Immediately, she sat back into the chair. She looked out of the window, “Haha... Mr.

Conrad, look out...”

“Don’t you explain?”

Stella rolled her eyes fast, wondering how she could explain.

She couldn’t tell him that that was his nickname, couldn’t she?

Besides, if he understood something, it was unnecessary to speak it out.

After a thought, Stella said seriously, “Mr. Conrad, you didn’t knock on the door.”

“I did.”

Stella was speechless.

Fair enough. She couldn’t find any of his faults.

While she was racking her brains to figure out how she could answer. Suddenly, Clarence withdrew his

arms and stood up. He said flatly, “The milk is getting cold. Drink it.”

Stella grabbed the milk as if she found a life-saving straw.

However, before she breathed a sigh of relief, Clarence sat on the couch, “Thinking about your reasons

after finishing the milk.”

Stella was choked up by the milk.

She finished drinking the milk as slowly as possible. Then she licked her lips and said sincerely, “Mr.

Conrad, I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

Clarence didn’t raise his head, “What did you do wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have cursed you in private. The most important is that you overheard it.”

“So, do you mean you can curse me if I don’t overhear it?”

Stella waved her hands, “No. No. Of course not.”

The wretched man was so aggressive. Although it was truly her fault on this matter, he always cursed

her, didn’t he?

Clarence wasn’t in the mood to talk to her anymore. He stood up and left.

Seeing that he walked afar, Stella finally felt that she was alive from hell.

Soon, Stella’s phone rang again. It was Sherry’s call. She tentatively asked, “Hey, Stella, are you still

alive?”

Stella was silent.

She was almost dead.

Sherry continued, “Wait! You are not in City N, are you? Why is that wretched... Mr. Conrad with you?”

Stella gave a hollow laugh, “Well... It’s a long story.”

“Then make it short.”

Stella could only tell Sherry what had happened in the past few days, but she didn’t tell her that Dolores

was Clarence’s birth mother.

Upon hearing the whole story, Sherry was surprised, “Stella, why do I feel that he likes you? It’s so

abnormal that I can’t understand.”

“I don’t know what’s in his mind. Anyway, he’ll be leaving in a few more days.”

“What about you? Will you come back with him?”

Stella shook her head. She wanted to say something but found it meaningless.

She answered, “I don’t know yet. Just wait and see. If I couldn’t, I won’t.”

At least, she didn’t need to care about those bothering things when staying here.

After hanging up her phone, Stella checked the time - it was eleven o’clock.

She was sitting for a long time, and her back hurt. She planned to walk around downstairs.

In the yard, Evelyn and Dolores were sorting vegetables. Seeing her coming down, Evelyn said, “Stella,

finished your work?”

Stella answered, “Not yet. It’s not a rush. I just felt a bit tired when sitting, so I came downstairs for a

walk.”

Evelyn said again, “It’s good for you to walk. Now your belly isn’t big yet. When it’s getting bigger, it’ll be

inconvenient for you to move around.”

After chatting for a moment, Dolores walked into the kitchen, preparing for lunch.

Evelyn pulled Stella to sit at the stone table. She said solemnly, “Stella, are Alex and you truly unable to

be together?”

Stella’s mouth corners twitched, “No. But Ms. Beckham, thank you for your concern. I truly don’t want

to think about those things right now.”

“How can it be? Let me tell you. Girls should always think about themselves,” Evelyn said, heaving a

sigh, “What’s the purpose of living? Isn’t it just a worry-free and happy life with someone who loves and

cares?”

As Evelyn said, she asked the person behind her, “Don’t you think so, Clarence?”

Stella was speechless.

Clarence hummed in a light tone. He strode up to them and sat opposite Stella.

Hearing that her opinions were agreed, Evelyn was quite high-spiritual. She pulled Stella’s hand and

patted on it, “Stella, let me tell you. You must look forward. Let the bygones be bygones. You can’t do

anything about it. If you don’t like Alex, it’s alright. I can help you find another husband. Stop missing

your ex-husband. He’s not good...”

“Oh, Ms. Beckham,” Stella interrupted her immediately, “You’ve misunderstood him. It’s not like what

you’ve thought. My ex-husband...”

“Silly girl, you love him so much. Until now, you are still defending your irresponsible ex-husband.”

Evelyn seemed to believe that she couldn’t persuade Stella. She pulled Clarence into their

conversation, “Clarence, there should be a lot of excellent young men in your company, right? You can

introduce some to Stella.”

Clarence cast a glance at Stella expressionlessly, “Ms. Radomil, do you need it?”

“No, thanks.”

Clarence said again, “Ms. Radomil, I haven’t expected that you love your ex-husband so much. I’m

quite touched.”

Stella couldn’t find her tongue.

She wished the wretched man to stop being so shameless.

Evelyn realized that Stella was quite stubborn. She heaved a sigh helplessly. Then she changed the

subject targeting Clarence, “By the way, Clarence, I heard you mention your wife last time. You should

love each other deeply.”

Clarence answered, “Probably.”

Upon hearing it, Evelyn, the love expert, immediately sensed something wrong with his marriage. She

said, “Clarence, I’ve been there. If you trust me, you can tell me your marriage problems. I can give you

some suggestions.”

Stella wished that she could hide in a crack on the ground. She chimed in, “Ms. Beckham, I haven’t

done my work yet. Please excuse me...”

Evelyn pulled her to stop her, “Stella, don’t leave. You should listen to it. Probably it’s also useful for

you. Marriage is an art. You need to learn it.”

Clarence said calmly, “She had a fight with me and she got angry. She ran away from

home.”