Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella raised her head from his arms. Her eyes were limpid and seemed teary. Tears were still hanging on her

eyelashes.

She sniffed and whispered, "What is it?"

Seeing that, Clarence felt a corner of his heart collapsed and he became a little more clear-headed.

He licked his lips unnoticeably, reached out and wiped the tears from her eyelashes away. He changed what he was

going to say. "If you like children, we could adopt one."

That was not the best timing.

Stella had finally forgiven him, and she was willing to move back to the Starry Mansion.

If he told her the child was still alive there, and he had been lying to her with all kinds of means, it was predictable

she would leave with the child on the spot and go to somewhere he could not find. She would never forgive him

until the end of her life.

Stella did not speak.

Clarence pinched her ear. "Alright, it’s just a tiny matter. Plus, didn't the doctor say it's just a possibility? Why don’t I

work hard? "

Stella whispered, "It's pointless for you to work hard alone."

"Then maybe you work hard with me?"

“…”

Clarence chuckled softly and took her into his arms again. "Don't think so much. Let it be. It doesn't matter if you’re

pregnant or not."

Stella stayed in his arms for a while, and spoke with a gruff, "Clarence."

"Yeah?"

"Forget it, nothing."

Clarence was baffled.

Stella pushed him. "Well, it's getting late. Let’s head back and move the things back when we're free."

She then went downstairs.

Clarence followed her and asked, "What are you trying to tell me just now?"

"Nothing."

"You don’t want to tell me?"

"You won't want to hear it."

"How do you know I don't want to hear it if you don't say it?"

Stella stopped and looked at him levelly. "I think you’re acting very strange these two days."

Clarence raised his eyebrow slightly. "What's strange?"

"You said something strange last night, asking me to forgive you no matter what you did. Tonight, you said you have

something to tell me in that tone again. I really don't want to think it that way again, or else I'll really think I’ve

become ill. I’ve made it very clear to you at that time and have given you many opportunities."

"If it’s me thinking too much, I’ll admit I do have problem. But on the contrary, you’ll make me feel that I’ve always

been fooled by your tricks."

Listening to what she said, Clarence’s expression still unchanged, natural and calm. He took her hand and went

downstairs. "Tricks are not used in such a place. Go back and I'll teach you."

“…”

She gritted her teeth. "Could you be more like a decent person?"

She could tell what crooked mind he had without the need to think.

Before leaving, Stella looked inside again, as if she was a little reluctant to leave.

Clarence sat in the driver's seat. "I'll have someone move the things back tomorrow. You can live here every day in

the future."

Stella retrieved her look. She thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you move after some time? It will be more

convenient to go to the Steward Group or anywhere from the apartment."

Clarence fell into two seconds of silence and said, "Sure."

As long as she did not resist coming back here, it would be fine.

After returning, Stella went directly into the kitchen and made two bowls of ramen with existing ingredients.

Clarence leaned against the wall outside the kitchen. He looked at her with dark and calm eyes. No one could tell

what he was thinking.

He indeed could not speak at the moment.

Stella brought the noodles to the table, but she noticed Clarence was not in the living room and she had no idea

where he had been.

After a while, she heard the sound of water splashing from the bathroom.

What's wrong with that man? He did not take a shower when he returned and only take it when it was dinner time.

She secretly complained.

Stella sat in front of the dining table, she took out her phone and looked at the latest design drawing.

She had shown Louis several of her works and had received his reply. There was no problem regarding the exhibits

used for fashion week.

But the biggest problem at the present was that there were too few works.

It was not enough to make a show.

She still needed more time to prepare.

Fortunately, there were still a few months left.

She just hoped that during this period, everything would go a little smoother and nothing big would happen again.

Although it was not very possible.

Speaking of the Steward Group alone, apart from the high officials she got, those following Armand Bernard had

always been unhappy with her. Whenever they had a chance, they will hold her back almost by all means.

But the only thing to be thankful for was that she had made the right choice to get Samuel and the gang back to

the Steward Group.

She had observed them and had found that they were excellent in both character and work ability. It was absolutely

a right decision to entrust them with important tasks.

However, there was another uncertain factor in the Steward Group, and that was Logan Johnson.

When Madison Taylor first brought Logan to her, Logan's eyes as he examined her from head to toes made her

very uncomfortable, but in fact he did not seem to have done anything that cross the line. He seemed to be a

loving father when she met him in the mall.

However, Stella still did not know which side he was on. At first, he went to the studio with Armand to look for her.

He looked like he was with Armand, but when she joined the Steward Group, he had helped her solve many

problems she faced in the company. It was also him who helped her when Armand deliberately set her up to

embarrass her.

Moreover, he had succeeded in protecting himself when he was forced to handle the tough situation as one of the

high officials back then, which showed that he had much to do with Armand in addition to his own intelligence.

At the moment, she could use Logan’s help, but she could not trust him.

When Stella was absorbed in her thoughts, Clarence's voice was heard behind her. "What are you thinking?"

Stella put away her phone. "Nothing. Let’s eat. The noodles are going nasty."

Clarence sat down next to her and asked, "Are you going to the Steward Group tomorrow?"

Stella nodded. "Yeah."

"Tell me if Donald doesn't do anything."

Stella smiled. "You've wronged him for this. He's basically taken care of the company’s affairs for me. I'm just

signing, and I can't read a lot of documents. If it weren't for him, I really don't know what to do, and I haven't had

time to thank him."

"Don't be polite to him. That’s his responsibility."

Stella said, "Even if you’re close, it's too..."

Clarence said slowly, "I’ve paid for it."

“…”

As far as she knew, Donald charged a high consulting fee even for only ten minutes. She wondered how much

would it cost for him to stay in the company every day.

After careful consideration, Stella said, "How much money did you spend? I'll transfer it to you from the Steward

Group’s account. After all, he is the company's legal adviser., it should be the company who pays the money."

Clarence said a number. Stella then said with a serious look, "Are you full with this noodle? If not, I'll add an egg for

you."