Chapter 339: Chapter 339

In the studio, Clarence was sitting on the sofa, working on his documents.

Stella poured him a glass of water and walked to him, “Mr. Conrad, this has become another office of yours. Why don’t you just move in?”

Clarence raised his eyebrows, “May I really move in?”

“Nope.”

Clarence closed the document, looking up at her, and asked, “How much longer will it take you?”

Stella slightly pressed her lips, “I don’t know.”

She had no inspiration at all right now.

Probably she would stay here overnight instead of going home.

Clarence looked at her worried face and figured out what happened. He asked, “Have you received the requirements of the contest?”

Stella sat on the couch next to him and hummed absentmindedly.

“Tell me about them.”

Stella looked at him, “Mr. Conrad, don’t you know anything about it?”

Clarence curled up his lips, “Conrad Group is just the sponsor of the contest. Why would I need to care about other things? If I did knew the details, others might speak ill of you. You would be negatively impacted.”

Since Modesty had said that Stella could achieve her goals all because of Clarence, others might also think so although they never spoke it out.

Once Clarence got to know the requirement in advance, even he hadn’t told her anything, people would talk about it.

Stella curled her lips. Much to her surprised, the wretched man was quite careful this time.

Clarence stretched his arms on the back of the sofa casually. He loosened his necktie as if he was waiting for her answer.

Stella slowly answered, “The love confession.”

Clarence slightly raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t quite understand it.

She added, “That’s the only title of this contest.”

“Why are you so worried then?” Before Stella answered, he continued, “Is it because nobody ever has confessed his love to you before?”

Stella was speechless.

She wondered what kind of nonsense the wretched man was talking about.

Clarence slightly moved, bent over in front of her, and stared at her with his black eyes. He said slowly, “Have you received a lot of confession letters before?”

Under his direct gaze, Stella felt a sense of guilt. She retorted, “Well...You sound as if you had never been confessed to before. Haven’t you receive any?”

After finishing her words, Stella regretted it somehow.

Their conversation wasn’t like a quarrel between two pupils but also as a competition of jealousy between them.

Stella’s ears blushed. She wasn’t in the mood to continue talking to him, so she stood up and walked towards the office, “I’ll continue thinking about my design draft. Mr. Conrad, you can go home if you don’t have anything to do.”

Clarence pulled her wrist and said, “Why are you rushing? You don’t have any inspiration yet, do you?”

Stella was shocked.

How did he know?

Clarence said, “If you are inspired, you wouldn’t be at the edge of losing your temper.”

Stella inhaled deeply, “I see.”

It made sense.

She was quite annoyed because she lacked inspiration.

Clarence continued, “I know what your problem is.”

Upon hearing it, Stella looked at him in confusion as if she was waiting for him to give her a good answer.

Under her gaze, Clarence said calmly, “As a designer, you haven’t truly understood the title of the contest yet. How could you have the inspiration?

When you were designing “First Love’, you experienced it before, didn’t you?”

Stella frowned. For some reason, she was kind of convinced by him.

Clarence added, “Hence if you want to get the inspiration, you should confess your love to someone for real. As for the man you will confess to, I might be able to take this difficult task.”

Stella choked up.

She had thought that the wretched man might give her a convincing reason, but much to her surprise, that was his purpose.

Stella parted her lips and wanted to say something, but when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she stopped.

For the matter of love confession, she had never spoken it out before.

In the past, although Horace and she had crushes on each other, they didn’t take the last step to confess, let alone when she was together with Clarence.

However, the wretched man always flirted with her. He had never confessed his love to her seriously either.

The love confession seemed to be quite far away from them all.

It was something that one could do when he or she was just in love with someone wholeheartedly, at the best age and under the most suitable circumstance.

Otherwise, it would be quite awkward.

For some reason, it seemed after people reached a certain age, they would feel it hard to express their love to others.

Stella wondered if the love confession only worked at the beginning of love.

She denied it immediately.

On the contrary, the love confession should happen to all lovers who were in deep love.

Suddenly, Stella was inspired. She pulled Clarence’s hand away, “I’m going to draw my draft. Hurry up and go home.”

Clarence was speechless.

Looking at his empty hands, he licked his thin lips gently.

After Stella walked into her office, she was immersed in her inspiration and thoughts, drawing the draft quickly.

When she finally stopped drawing and stretched, she found it was already two o’clock in the early morning.

Since she was highly inspired now, Stella didn’t want to go home. Hence, she decided to make the end-product as well.

When she moved her neck and was about to go back to work, she heard a few knocks on the door, “Come out and eat something.”

Stella was taken aback, seemingly Clarence was still there.

She walked over to open the door and looked at the man outside, “Mr. Conrad, why are you...”

Clarence answered with one of his hands in the pocket, “I can’t sleep alone.”

Stella’s eyelids twitched. She decided not to echo him.

Bypassing Clarence, she saw a lot of food on the tea table. She hadn’t paid attention when she was busy drawing earlier. It wasn’t until now did she realize that she hadn’t had dinner yet.

Stella walked over and sat on the sofa. Looking at the warm dishes, she couldn’t help drooling.

Then she also saw the insulation pail and asked in confusion, “How come there’s also soup?”

Clarence sat next to her, “Don’t you like it?”

Stella looked into the soup, only to find it was a fish soup with the cordate houttuynia.

She asked, “Did Alisa make it?”

As she spoke, she took a sip. Then she couldn’t help frowning.

Clarence asked, “What’s wrong?”

“The taste...”

Stella took another sip and looked at Clarence in uncertainty, “Are you sure it was cooked by Alisa?”

“Or what?”

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“Does it?” Clarence took the spoon from her hand and took a sip, “It tastes the same. A kind of herb has been added when cooking. Doesn’t it taste the same?”

Stella asked, “If you are provided with those ingredients, can you make it?”

Clarence was rendered speechless.

However, Stella thought what the wretched man said made sense. In the past, when she still stayed in Starry Lake Mansion, she also discussed Ms.

Anderson’s recipe for making the fish soup with Alisa. Once the cordate houttuynia is put in when cooking the fish soup, the soup would become quite fresh and stickier.

Stella guessed that probably she had overthought.

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