Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 90

On the second day, when Stella woke up, the sun was shining outside the window.

Yawning, she went downstairs. Faintly, she saw someone sitting in the yard. She didn’t look closer, “Good morning, Ms. Anderson.”

“It’s almost ten o’clock. Morning?”

Stella was shocked.

She rubbed her eyes, only to find that it wasn’t Ms. Anderson who was sitting at the stone table. Instead, it was Clarence who was having breakfast.

Stella was taken aback, “Where is Ms. Anderson?”

“She’s out.”

Stella gaped and said, “Why are you here?”

Clarence turned around and cast her a glance. He said in a flat tone, “Why can’t I be here?”

That made sense.

Anyway, he’s Ms. Anderson’s son. He had proper reasons to be here.

Stella wondered if the mother and the son had been reconciled.

Noticing that Stella’s expression kept changing, Clarence withdrew his gaze, “If you continue getting lost here, you can have lunch directly.”

It wasn’t until now did Stella came back to her senses. She went to the kitchen and got her breakfast.

After sitting opposite Clarence, she found that the sleeves on his white shirt were rolled up. The collar was open slightly. It seemed that he had stayed here overnight.

There were another two or three empty rooms in Ms. Anderson’s house, but Stella was surprised that he directly stayed here overnight. Didn’t they need to calm down their feelings?

Staying in the same house and having breakfast at the same table with him again, Stella had an indescribable feeling.

Clarence put down his spoon, “Can you get full just by staring at me?”

Stella immediately lowered her head, taking sips of the porridge in her bowel.

While she was eating, there were a few knocks on the door. Then, Nathan came in with a suitcase in his hands, “Mr. Conrad, here are your clothes.”

Stella was confused.

She wondered if that meant Clarence would stay here for a long time.

Clarence hummed, “Put it over there.”

Nathan nodded slightly. After nodding at Stella as greeting, he turned away.

Stella was choked up directly. After a long while, she stopped coughing, “Mr. Conrad... Don’t you go back to City N?”

“Why so hurry? Do you think the acquisition and building of the hotel resort will be completed within one or two days?”

Stella shut up.

She hoped that he could ignore her question.

For the whole morning, Dolores didn’t come back home. Clarence was working in the yard. Stella originally wanted to go back to her room and continue with her design. However, as soon as she moved, Clarence asked her to pour a glass of water for him.

After several times, Stella was a bit pissed, “Mr. Conrad, I’m not your maid.”

Clarence didn’t raise his head at all, “That’s how you thank me, isn’t it?”

Stella was speechless for a moment. Then she said, “Mr. Conrad, a moment please, I’ll get you water right now.”

It was true that if one took advantage of the other one, he or she couldn’t criticize the other party or take care of the other party’s business any longer.

When it was almost noon, Dolores finally called Stella. After the gathering last night, Evelyn organized a trip for their mid-aged neighbors. They were heading to a few places of interest for a journey.

It would take them two days and one night.

Dolores said, “Stella, you and Clare can dine out these days. Don’t fight with him.”

Stella was silent for a long while, “Ms. Anderson, have you resolved the misunderstandings?”

“More or less. Clare always talks harshly but he’s soft-hearted. You and he... Forget it. Wait until I go back.”

After hanging up the phone, Stella looked up at the sky. She blinked, and there were no tears in her eyes.

If she were guilty, why wasn’t she pushed by the law? How come God punished her to stay with Clarence alone for two days and one night?

She went back to the yard and said in a weak tone, “Mr. Conrad, let’s dine out. Ms. Anderson won’t come back until tomorrow afternoon.”

Clarence asked, “Can’t you cook?”

“I’ll vomit when smelling the smoke.”

Clarence paused his fingers that were dancing on the keyboard. He snapped the laptop, stood up, and walked into the kitchen.

When Stella followed him in, she saw him take out a fish from the bucket, wash it, and grab the kitchen knife aside, ready to cut it.

Stella swallowed and said, “Mr. Conrad, do you know how to deal with a fish?”

“None of your business. Leave.”

“Well... I seemed to hear it screaming in pain...”

Clarence was unhappy, “This fish isn’t a goblin. Why would it scream?”

During their three-year marriage, she hadn’t seen Clarence cook in the kitchen once. Comparing dealing with the fish, she’d rather believe that he would be more skilled to kill her.

Clarence looked at her expressionlessly.

Stella agreed in silence, leaving the kitchen immediately.

Shortly after, she saw waves of black smoke above the kitchen.

The neighbors might think they were cooking using the firewood

After less than half an hour, Clarence came out of the kitchen with a livid face. A lot of black stains were on his costly white shirt.

Stella tried hard to bite her lower lip, holding back her laughter.

Clarence cast her a cold glance, “Sit still. Don’t move.”

Then he turned around and strode into his room.

Stella couldn’t help holding back any longer. She burst into laughter.

After knowing Clarence for such a long time, this was the first time that she saw him so embarrassed.

In almost twenty minutes, Clarence came out again. He had changed his clothes and his hair was half-dried. Obviously, he took a shower.

At the same time, there were a few knocks on the door again.

Nathan brought them an executive chef from the hotel.

Stella was speechless.

Sure enough, money could buy anything.

That was so inhumane!

When lunch was ready finally, it was half-past one in the afternoon.

Fortunately, Stella had a late lunch, so she wasn’t starved at all. While waiting for lunch, she was kind of sleepy.

When she was struggling with sleepiness, Clarence said in a flat tone, “If you are sleepy, go head to take a nap. I’ll call you when lunch is ready.”

Upon hearing it, Stella sobered up directly. With a wry smile, she shook her head, “No, thanks. I’m not sleepy now.”

Clarence snorted, ignoring her.

When the lunch was ready, the chef left sensibly.

After lunch, Stella wanted to do the dishes sensibly. However, when she stood up, Clarence said, “Leave them there. I’ll ask Nathan to do them later.”

Stella felt ashamed for his suggestion, “It’s such a trifle. Please don’t bother Nathan. I can do it.”

Seeing that she didn’t appreciate it, Clarence snorted, “Up to you.”

Stella curled her lips, walking into the kitchen.

She would always take a siesta in the afternoon. After doing the dishes, she saw Clarence on the phone, so she didn’t tell him and went back to her room directly.

When she was doing dishes, her clothes were soaked by the water.

She took out a pajama gown from the closet, took off her clothes, and was ready to change it. Suddenly, the door of her bedroom was open.

Clarence said, “Stella...”

Stella turned around. In embarrassment and anger, she grabbed the pillow on her bed and smashed towards him.

Clarence closed the door outside.

Hurriedly, Stella put on the pajama gown and rushed out, “Mr. Conrad, could you please knock at the door when getting into another person’s bedroom?”

Clarence was leaning against the wall beside her bedroom door. Tilting his head, he looked at her, “I never entered another person’s bedroom.”