Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 93

When Stella was in college, there was such a kind of ancient street next to her university. She always wandered there with Sherry in the evening.

The ancient street next to their college was just a long street, far less crowded and bustling than this one.

However, much to her surprise, Clarence would like such a lively place.

Soon, the snacks that Stella ordered were served to them one after another.

Stella picked up chopsticks, ready to eat. She found that Clarence was reading a document on his phone. After a thought, she passed him a pair of chopsticks.

The wretched man didn’t raise his head at all, taking over the chopsticks naturally.

Stella curled her lips and got another pair for herself.

When she was half-full, Clarence put down his phone. He glanced at the food on the table, “Why didn’t you eat those dishes?”

Stella chewed the food in her mouth and swallowed before answering, “Mr. Conrad, you didn’t order anything, did you?”

Clarence pushed the dishes in front of her and answered flatly, “I’ve told you to mind your own business.”

It seemed her kindness wasn’t appreciated.

Stella ordered all her favorite snacks. She left a few dishes to him out of kindness, but Clarence didn’t appreciate it. She decided to eat them herself.

After she had tried everything, she burped.

Clarence cast her a glance, “Are you full?”

“Yeah. I’ve had enough. Let me...” She wanted to ask the owner for a takeout box.

Before she finished her words, she found that Clarence picked up his chopsticks, eating her leftover.

Stella was stunned, wondering why he was doing that.

What was he doing?

As if he had noticed her confusing gaze, Clarence said indifferently, “Haven’t you been taught that you can’t waste any food?”

“I...”

She didn’t plan to waste them. She wanted to take the leftover away.

Stella quieted down, looking in another direction.

On the street, the light was bright, making the night more beautiful.

People who came here were mostly lovers, friends, and families, looking quite harmonious. Clarence and she had divorced but they were having dinner together - they might be the only two in this case.

While she was lost in thought, Clarence had finished all the leftovers, “Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

When Stella was about to head to the exit, she found that Clarence was walking towards a more crowded street.

She was confused.

Clarence took a few steps, noticing that Stella hadn’t followed him. He looked back at her and said expressionlessly, “There are so many people here. I won’t carry you in my arms. You’d better give up this idea as early as possible.”

Stella put on a wry smile. She couldn’t find any right words to bitch about him. She fastened her pace and bypassed him, walking forward.

Just like what he had done earlier, Clarence followed her and walked beside her calmly.

Stella took a few secret glances at him, wondering if the wretched man was going nuts. She didn’t know what he wanted exactly.

Before Stella could figure it out, she was attracted by the fluffy toys on the street stalls.

She walked over and picked a few of her favorite. When she was about to pay using her cell phone, she heard the notification sound saying that the bill was paid.

Stella looked back in disbelief. Clarence put away his cell phone. Unhappiness was written on his handsome face, “Why are you looking at me?”

She was staring at him and wishing that she could open his brain to see what on earth was wrong with him today.

Right then, Clarence’s cell phone rang. He turned around and found a relatively quiet place to answer the call.

The owner of the stall put the toys in a bag and passed them to Stella. With a big smile, she asked, “Is that your husband, Ma’am? You both are good-looking. What a perfect match!”

Stella wanted to deny. The owner continued, “By the way, Ma’am, are your husband and you here to hang the Yue Lao Plate or setting the festive lanterns?”

[Note: Yue Lao: A god of matchmaking who unites persons in marriage.]

Stella didn’t understand, “Pardon me?”

“The Yue Lao Temple is the most famous place here. A lot of couples came here to hang the Yue Lao Plate. It works very well - just write the names of your husband’s and yours on it. God Yue Lao would...”

While the owner was speaking, Clarence came back after finishing the call.

Stella immediately put on a wry smile and interrupted the owner, “Oh... I see. Thank you. We’ve gotta go now.”

Fortunately, Clarence hadn’t heard the owner’s words just now. Otherwise, he would mock her for indulging in the wildest fantasy.

Stella almost escaped from the stall.

Clarence walked over to her. With a frown, he asked, “Why are you walking so hurriedly?”

“I just felt sleepy. How about I’m going home now? Mr. Conrad, you can stay and enjoy wandering here.”

“You want to sleep after having dinner. Are you a pig?”

Stella was choked up by his words.

Clarence said in a cold tone, “Don’t play any tricks. I’ve told you I wouldn’t carry you in my arms.”

Stella was truly exhausted.

After being silent for a few seconds, she was forced to continue with the walking torture that she didn’t know when would end.

Walking for a few minutes, Stella saw a river, on which there were full of bright and beautiful festive lanterns.

She guessed that those were the lanterns mentioned by the owner. Along the river, there was a long corridor.

It was more crowded than the streets - the corridor was fully packed with people.

Most of them were young men and women. They were holding plates with their names, trying to find a place to hang them.

Looking at the scene, Stella roughly could figure out why Clarence had taken her here.

Since the hotel resort project was ongoing, Clarence must do some field trips to study the local tourism so that he would know how the occupancy rate would be.

She had misunderstood. For an instant, she thought it was because...

Stella came back to her senses. Looking back, she saw Clarence standing on the riverside, looking quite peaceful and gazing at the lanterns in the river.

She walked over, “Excuse me, Mr. Conrad...”

“Stella,” Clarence interrupted her in a cold voice, “Here’s another chance for you.”

Stella didn’t get what he meant, “What?”

Clarence turned to look at her. His thin lips slightly parted. He said while stressing each syllable, “Remarry me.”

“Well... Mr. Conrad, I do appreciate you offer me such a chance, but I don’t need it.”

Clarence snorted coldly. Withdrew his gaze on her, he said, “Don’t answer me in such a hurry. Think twice. I wouldn’t give you a second chance.”

Stella quieted down, realizing this wasn’t the first time that he asked her to remarry him.

Before she could speak, Clarence added, “In that case, nobody would say that I don’t care about you and let you leave your hometown and move to an unknown place, where you have nobody to rely on.”

Stella’s mouth corners twitched, “Mr. Conrad, it’s just a misunderstanding. I’ll explain it to Ms. Beckham.”

“Not necessary,” Clarence said, “You and I both know who on earth was the irresponsible person who left without saying goodbye.”

Stella knew it was her fault. She forced a smile without speaking.

After a moment, Clarence added, “I’ll give you plenty of time to think about my suggestion. Tell me your answer by my departure.”