Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Due to the nightmare in the afternoon, Stella couldn’t fall asleep at midnight, her eyes widely open.
Hence, she got up and started sorting out the design drafts recently.
In the past few weeks, she was out of town, so she worked online. Since now she had returned to City N, she should go back to
SG Jewelry Magazine and report.
When she was half done, Stella heard the footsteps in the corridor. The next second, she heard the door of the bedroom next
door was open.
She guessed that it must be Clarence who came back.
Subconsciously, Stella checked the time on her cell phone - one o’clock in the morning.
When they were in Anqiao Street, she always felt that the wretched man was quite idle. Except that he occasionally dealt with
the documents delivered by Nathan, he kept making trouble to her for the rest of the time. However, as soon as he returned to
City N, he got so busy.
After sorting out the drafts, Stella felt starved.
She opened her door, went downstairs to the kitchen, and started looking for food.
She checked the food in the fridge, but she didn’t have an appetite to eat them. Fortunately, there were plenty of ingredients. She
decided to cook by herself.
Stella took out the chicken wings and potatoes. She wanted to potato stuffed chicken wings.
Since the chicken wings were washed ahead, she only needed to take out the bones and soak the chicken into the cooking wine.
Then she would cut the potato into slices and stuff them into the chicken wings. After that, she only needed to deep fry them
together.
After it was done, she poured some water into the pot and turned down the gas to boil them. It would be ready in another twenty
minutes.
Stella put back the lid, wiped her hands, and turned around, only to find that Clarence was leaning against the door of the kitchen
with both hands in his trousers pockets. He was watching her in silence.

Stella was shocked, wondering when the wretched man came to the kitchen.
Clarence asked flatly, “Haven’t you had enough for dinner?”
Stella shook her head, “Yes, I have. I’m just hungry again.”
After that, she was afraid that the wretched man would mock her for eating much. She added tentatively, “It’s past one in the
morning now. Isn’t it normal to have a midnight snack?”
Clarence strode over, pulled a chair away from the dining table, and sat down, “You’re starved after having dinner, ready for the
midnight snack. I haven’t had lunch yet. What do you think?”
Stella was speechless.
She didn’t stop him from eating lunch, did she? Why would he ask her what she thought?
Since she was taken in by him, Stella believed that she should be polite. Reluctantly, she asked, “Mr. Conrad, what would you
like to eat? I can cook it for you.”
After all, she had to stand here, waiting for the food to be ready.
Clarence said, “Up to you.”
Stella opened the fridge again, glancing in it quickly. She realized that no matter what she would cook, it would take a long time.
Since he hadn’t had lunch yet, he couldn’t eat something stimulating. Otherwise, he would have a stomachache.
Finally, Stella took out two eggs, deciding to make a steamed egg custard.
It should be ready when the potato stuffed chicken wings were ready.
After she put the bowel of whisked egg into the steamer, Stella looked over at the man who was sitting at the dining table, “Mr.
Conrad, you may wait upstairs. I can deliver it to you when it’s ready.”
“Am I disturbing you if I stay here?”
Stella curled her lips without answering.
Time passed by.

After a moment, Clarence suddenly asked, “Didn’t you said you couldn’t bear the smell of the lampblack?”
“Ah...” Stella understood what he meant, “Well, this is not so strong. But it depends. If he doesn’t bother me, I’ll be fine.”
Of course, the most important was not only she was starved, but the little fellow in her belly was also starved.
Clarence glanced at her belly without speaking anything else.
Stella rubbed her nose, continuing to watch the food.
She knew that Clarence didn’t like the baby in her belly at all. He had shown the little conscience that he had already. She
couldn’t ask him for more.
Shortly after, the twenty minutes were over.
Stella opened the lid of the pot and the food’s smell spread in the whole kitchen.
She sprinkled sesame seeds and chopped green onions. Then she picked up the chicken wings and put them into a plate with
chopsticks.
Then she went to take out the steamed egg custard and sprinkled sesame seeds and chopped green onions on it. She put the
bowl in front of Clarence, “It’s ready. Go ahead.”
Clarence looked down at the food in front of him and glanced over the chicken wings on her plate, “Stella, did you do it on
purpose?”
Stella just picked up a chicken wing and hadn’t taken a bite yet. She heard his question and followed his gaze into her own plate.
Then she looked over at his bowl.
Obviously, the steamed egg custard looked not delicious at all compared to the chicken wings on her plate.
The difference was too huge.
“Haha... Mr. Conrad, you haven’t had lunch yet, have you? So you can’t eat anything spicy or oily. Otherwise, you may have a
stomachache.”
Clarence cast her a glance and said in a flat tone expressionlessly, “You know it very well. It seems you always suffer from
stomachache.”

Stella was speechless.
The wretched man reminded her of her previous experiences.
She wondered if he did it on purpose.
Stella stood up again and got another clean plate. She put half chicken wings into the plate and pushed it to Clarence, “Mr.
Conrad, since you want to eat them so much, you can eat the chicken wings after finishing the egg custard.”
Upon hearing it, Clarence retorted unhappily, “When did I tell you I want to eat them?”
“Oh, probably I misunderstood you. Mr. Conrad, it’s alright. Forget it...”
Stella was about to pull back the plate, but Clarence cast her a cold glance.
She knew that he denied with his lips but affirmed in his heart again.
She curled up her lips and coughed. Then she said solemnly, “Mr. Conrad, hurry up and eat your food. They’re getting cold.”
After that, Stella didn’t care about him any longer. She started to eating. She was almost starved to death.
After finishing her food, she stretched.
Seeing that Clarence didn’t eat the chicken wings on his plate, she asked, “Mr. Conrad, don’t you want to eat them?”
Clarence asked, “Are you full?”
“Yeah...”
“Then none of your business.”
Stella lost her tongue.
Her kindness wasn’t appreciated again.
Ignoring him, Stella did her own dishes and went upstairs.
Clarence pinched his nose bridge. Sitting motionlessly, he was lost in thought. He didn’t stand up and leave the kitchen until a
long while later.

...
On the next day, when Stella got up, Clarence was gone. After having breakfast, when she was about to go out for work, the
driver walked up to her, “Good morning, Mrs. Conrad. Please allow me to give you a ride.”
Stella said, “No, thanks. I can...”
She just went to work. She didn’t want to be so bothered.
“Mrs. Conrad, Mr. Conrad told me that if you want to go out, I must give you a ride.”
Stella exhaled, “All right.”
She could imagine what reason the wretched man would use to convince her if she still refused.
However, the car would draw so much attention. Stella asked the driver to stop at the intersection in front of the office of SG
Jewelry Magazine. The driver seemed to want to refuse, but Stella insisted. He had to give up.
“Mrs. Conrad, I’ll be waiting for you nearby.”
As he spoke, he didn’t wait for Stella’s answer. He got in the car and drove away immediately.
Stella heaved a sigh, turned around, and walked to the office of SG Jewelry Magazine.
From afar, Modesty watched the scene, frowning. Her eyes were full of disdain and contempt. She knew it - Stella pretended to
be aloof. In fact, she could sell out her own body for money and risk her life climbing up.