Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Conrad Group.

After finishing the status report of his work, Nathan said, “Mr. Conrad, if there’s nothing else, I shall go

out.”

“Wait,” Clarence stopped him. After a few seconds, Clarence raised his head and asked indifferently,

“Has Stella moved over?”

“Not yet...”

Putting down his pen, Clarence asked unhappily, “What’s she up to?”

Nathan answered, “Mrs. Conrad went to the Prison of City N this morning and took her father’s ashes.

In the afternoon, she went to the cemetery. Right now... she should be on the way back home.”

Upon hearing it, Clarence snorted slightly without speaking anything else. Then he said, “You may

leave now.”

He inwardly complained how ungrateful Stella was - why did she waste her love on such worthless

things?

Right then, Clarence’s phone started ringing. It was a call from Vincent.

As soon as the call was connected, Vincent asked, “Hello, Clarence. I heard that you’ve returned to

City N.”

“Yep.”

“I didn’t expect the project to be so tough. You went there to deal with it but it took you such a long

time.”

Clarence said in a cold tone, “Are you quite idle now?”

Vincent let out a hollow laugh, “Nope. I’m quite busy. I just care about you. May I know what on earth

you are thinking about? When there was a fierce competition in Conrad Group, how come you went to

Anqiao Street to deal with the project that meant nothing to Conrad Group? I’m sure your father must

be quite delighted recently.”

“If I didn’t offer him any chance to let him be optimistic and he would stop right now, what would be so

fun of it?” Clarence said in an indifferent tone, “Besides, Anqiao Street is indeed an important project

for Conrad Group. Said who it meant nothing?”

“All right. All right. Whatever you said. So, let’s have a drink tonight, shall we?”

Clarence glanced over the piled documents, pressing his thin lips, “I don’t have time.”

Vincent fell into silence.

What a stubborn man! Vincent knew that Clarence wasn’t willing to admit the truth.

After hanging up the phone, Clarence stared at his phone. Then he dialed Stella’s number.

On the other side, as soon as Stella arrived home and before sitting on the sofa, her phone started

ringing.

She swiped to answer it slowly, “Hello, Mr. Conrad. What else can I do for you?”

Clarence said in a cold tone, “Stella, you should know that the Conrad Family is keeping an eye on me

right now.”

“Probably... Yeah, I heard of it.”

She also read the finance newspapers that Dolores used to read. Probably it was more and more

difficult to control Clarence, Dempsey wanted to take part of Clarence’s power away, and he did it quite

obviously.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t insist on letting Horace and Annie get married.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

Stella didn’t answer.

Clarence added, “I’ve told you if you were found pregnant by them outside, it would be useless if you

begged me.”

“Mr. Conrad, thanks for your kindly reminder. I’ll pack up now.”

“After you’ve finished packing up, I’ll ask Nathan to pick you up.”

“Got it.”

After hanging up the phone, Stella took out the suitcase and put her necessities into it.

Around half an hour later, Nathan called her.

Before leaving, she saw the paper bag in front of her door, in which there were photos and the pocket

watch that she had found in Jeffrey’s place.

Stella stared at it for a long time. Then she decided to take it along with her.

...

Arriving at the Starry Lake Mansion, Nathan said, “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad still needs to deal with a lot

of things in the company. He should be back pretty late.”

Stella answered, “I see.”

She wondered why Nathan told her such information. She wouldn’t be waiting for Clarence, anyway.

Nathan coughed. After taking the suitcase out of the truck for Stella, he said, “Ms. Radomil, I’m taking

off now.”

Stella nodded, “Okay. Thanks a lot, Nathan.”

“You are welcome. This is what I should do.”

As soon as Nathan left, the servant who heard the sounds outside walked out. Seeing that Stella came

back with a suitcase, she was happier than anyone else. Taking off Stella’s suitcase, the servant

walked into the house, “Mrs. Conrad, you finally came back! You’ve been reconciled with Mr. Conrad,

haven’t you? I’ve told you - it’s normal for a young couple to get into a fight. You’ll reconcile in the

bedroom anyway.”

Stella was speechless.

Putting on a wry smile, she wanted to explain that she would be staying here for the time being.

However, she guessed that the more she explained, the less persuasive it would be. Hence, she

decided to give up on her idea and let the servant imagine. She wouldn’t care.

After arriving on the second floor, when the servant was about to take her suitcase to the master

bedroom, Stella hurriedly pushed the door of another bedroom open, “I’ll stay here.”

The servant was confused, “Mrs. Conrad, don’t you stay with your husband...”

Stella pressed her lips into a smile. She took over the suitcase, “I can sort things out myself. You can

go back to your work now. Thanks.”

Upon hearing it, the servant couldn’t insist on asking her, so she left.

Stella closed the door, exhaling.

She had never expected that she would return to this place. How decisive she was when she was

leaving, how heavy the slap in her face was now.

Besides, she always thought that the accurate way for her to pass through the pregnancy peacefully

was to distance herself from Clarence instead of staying with him in the same house. She might be

annoyed to death every day.

However, under the current circumstance, she had no other ways.

The wretched man, Clarence, was watching her all the time, so she had to move in obediently. As for

the further plan, she would take a step at one time.

There would be another five months before she gave birth to the baby. What if she could figure out a

method and leave here without noticing anyone?

There was always an exception.

Stella thought that all she needed to do was to wait for an opportunity.

When she left, Stella didn’t take away a lot of things. Hence, when she moved back, she didn’t have

much stuff. After sorting out her belongings, Stella started to take a siesta.

In her dream, she faintly heard a huge bang from an explosion. Then she saw a big fire and heard

someone’s heart-wrenching voice calling “Dad”.

Gradually, Stella found that it was she who was letting out that voice. She wanted to rush into the fire,

but someone pulled her back forcibly.

Then the flame dashed to the sky and overwhelmed her, and the scorching heatwave wrapped her

tightly. She felt as if she was stung by countless needles.

Stella woke up, sitting up suddenly.

Looking at the dark sky outside, she finally realized that she had just had a dream.

Right then, she heard the servant’s voice outside her room, “Excuse me, Mrs. Conrad. Dinner is ready.”

Stella licked her dried lips, “All right. I’ll be right there.”

She washed her face with cold water in the bathroom and gradually stopped panting.

She stood in front of the mirror in a daze. Then she turned around and left her room.

She didn’t think that she had the nightmare for no reason. It must have something to do with the photos

she had seen earlier today.

Stella took out the photos again. However, no matter how long she stared at it, she couldn’t find the

missing memories in her brain. She couldn’t recall the man’s face on the photos at all.

She picked up the pocket watch aside, but she still couldn’t find any memories relevant to it.

According to the photos and Jeffrey’s diaries, her mother should have married Jeffrey with her.

However, she didn’t know what on earth had happened before that. She wondered why she couldn’t

recall anything in her childhood. Was it relevant to the explosion in her dream?