Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again

After Evelyn was gone, Dolores asked Stella in low voice, “Did you two fight again?”

Stella couldn’t utter a word for a moment.

Was it so obvious?

Her mouth corners twitched, but she couldn’t tell Dolores why they got into a fight. She could lie calmly, “Not really. He might not be in a good mood.”

Dolores heaved a sigh. She could understand, “My son is like this since he was a child. He always has a cold look.”

Stella didn’t speak. Fair enough.

Dolores added, “Okay. Let’s leave him in peace. Time for dinner.”

Shortly after, Clarence came out after changing his clothes. He still looked cold and annoyed as if he was a debtor who failed to get his money.

It was fine when Stella hadn’t known that Clarence was Ms. Anderson’s son. Now, since she had known it, Stella felt quite awkward when having meals with them. She also thought herself an outsider, and she wouldn’t get involved in between them either.

During dinner, Stella carefully studied both. Probably because of their characters, Ms. Anderson and Clarence got along very naturally, without too much concern or the strangeness and indifference of their first encounter not long ago.

In Stella’s opinion, this way was quite good.

She could hardly remember what her mother looked like. She didn’t only forget her mother’s appearance, but also forgot the details when she got along with her mother completely.

If one day, Jeffrey would tell her that she was an orphan and he picked her up from the street, she would believe that.

Recalling her father, Stella was lost in her thought.

Since that night, she didn’t think about her father deliberately, just treating him as a dead person. Probably he had taken the money and gone far away to live a carefree life.

If possible, she hoped that she wouldn’t receive any news from him for the rest of her life.

After dinner, Dolores went into the kitchen to do dishes. When Stella was about to go upstairs, Clarence grabbed her wrist, “Where are you going?”

“Going to bed. Or what? Having a drink?”

truly a pig? You’ve slept for a

“Mr. Conrad, what

flatly, “Have a walk

times in recent days. Mr. Conrad, why don’t you take a walk alone.

“Yes or no?”

utter

by this wretched man, who couldn’t do anything

lifted

up his lips,

back home, and it was more lively on the street. Occasionally, some mid-aged women passing by greeted Stella. When they saw the man behind her, they

she wished she could find a crack on

that he was married, and now she was pregnant. She couldn’t imagine what

who always cared about his reputation, seemed not to see those gazes. He still kept calm and

her pace. She roughly walked to the end of the street. She said,

Clarence didn’t stop her. He hummed in

way back, Stella couldn’t suppress anymore. She asked, “Mr. Conrad, may I ask you a

“Go ahead.”

your work here

cast her a glance, and his eyes were

if we were just acquaintances, there would be rumors since we stayed in the same house. We’ve divorced, so we should keep our distance from each other everywhere... Please don’t take me wrong. I’m not driving you out. Mr. Conrad, you can stay as long as you like. I’ll find a hotel

a cold tone, “When you hit on me, why didn’t you distance

difficulty, “Mr. Conrad, could you... change your wording? Besides, didn’t

“I dare you.”

his words,

you’ve found that it’s quite inconvenient for us to stay in the same house based on

“What’s our current relationship?”

“Currently, we’re divorced...”

her mercilessly, “Divorced but still sex

could continue talking

couldn’t he speak like a normal

in the mood to talk to her