Stella subconsciously stood in front of Clarence to hide him. âNobody, Ms. Anderson. A friend of mine. I...â
However, she had totally forgotten that Clarence was far taller than she was. She couldnât hide him at all.
Dolores looked over at her, but she wasnât looked at Stella. She was looking at the man behind Stella.
After a few seconds of silence, Stella heard Clarenceâs voice, which sounded like arctic ice. âIâm leaving now.â
âHuh?â
Just now, she spoke so rudely to him but he wasnât willing to leave. She wondered why he changed his mind so fast.
After Clarence strode away for a few steps, Dolores said again, âClare, wait...â
As if he hadnât heard it, Clarence strode away.
Stella was taken aback, standing motionlessly in confusion.
She noticed that Dolores looked pale. Before figuring it out, she followed Clarence out.
Nathan, who was waiting outside the house, was also confused. Just now Mr. Conrad looked fine when walking in, why did he look like he would eat someone alive when coming out?
He wondered why this couple was fighting every day.
As soon as Clarence reached his car, Stella caught up with him. She yelled, âWait, Mr. Conrad!â
Clarence didnât react to it at all. He pulled the door open, bent over, and sat in.
Nathan looked over at Stella in confusion.
Stella looked back at Nathan in confusion, too.
Obviously, neither of them knew what was going on.
However, Clarence had already sat in the car, so Nathan didnât dare to delay. He walked to the driverâs seat.
Stella had to stay motionlessly, watching the black Maybach leave.
After a long time, she heard Doloresâs exhausted voice at the door. âStella, come back.â
Stella withdrew her gaze and walked to her. âYes, Ms. Anderson.â
Dolores took a look in the direction where Clarence was gone. âIs Clare... your friend?â
âNot really,â Stella said in a low voice, âMs. Anderson, do you know him?â
Dolores was lost in thought. After a few seconds, she returned to her senses. She put on a wry smile. âHeâs the CEO of Conrad Group. Iâve seen his photo in the newspaper before.â
If she didnât explain in this way, Stella wouldnât figure it out, but...
Until now, she finally understood why Ms. Anderson would read a finance newspaper every day.
Her son stayed with his father and hadnât shown up in the past twenty years.
Also, Justin had told her that Clarence was an illegitimate child.
Stella quieted down for a moment. She said, âMs. Anderson, his photo has never appeared on any newspaper.â
Dolores still looked in a daze. âOh... Really?â
âMs. Anderson, is Clarence Conrad your son?â
Dolores didnât answer, looking down.
Stella didnât know how to comfort her. Clarenceâs attitude should have hurt Dolores just now.
After a hesitation, she continued, âMs. Anderson, heâs not my friend. Heâs my... ex-husband.â
Dolores was stunned, looking at her. Then, suddenly she looked down at her slightly bulged belly.
They both fell into the silence.
Stella had never expected that she escaped from City N over thousands of miles, and she met Clarence's birth mother.
It was so coincidental.
In the end, Dolores rubbed her temples. âItâs quite late now. Go to bed.â
Definitely, she also needed time to digest the information.
Lying on the bed, Stella couldnât fall asleep at all. She called Clarence a few times, but he hung up directly. In the end, he blocked her number.
Stella was speechless.
The wretched man had such a big temper, didnât he?
Later, she called Nathan in secret. Nathan said that Mr. Conrad looked extremely annoyed when going back to the hotel. He also said that it was the first time that Mr. Conrad was so mad.
Stella hummed, didnât react much.
Clarence had blocked her number. What else could she do?
...
The next morning, Evelyn came over to sort a basket of vegetables.
Sitting at the stone table, she whispered to Dolores, âHas Stella told you?â
Dolores was absent-minded. Sorting the vegetables, she asked, âWhat?â
âHoly moly! I didnât know Stella was so stubborn. She almost got into a fight with that developer during dinner. If Alex didnât tell me about it personally, I couldnât believe it. Itâs indeed a good idea to let Stella join the dinner. She kept the dignity of our Anqiao Street with her temperament.â
Dolores was speechless.
While speaking, Evelyn couldnât help gossiping, âAfter the dinner, I find Stella and Alex a perfect match more and more. Alex is a timid man, too nice.
If someone asked him for help, he wouldnât have the heart to refuse. As long as Stella marries him, he wouldnât suffer any loss. What do you think?
Shall we convince Stella and match make them?â
The smile on Doloresâ face was stiffened. âI donât think itâs a good idea. They donât match.â
âHey, Dolores. Whatâs wrong? Did you think Alex a good young man as well? Why suddenly do you change your mind?â
âAlex is a nice man indeed, but Stella doesnât have a crush on him.â
Evelyn thought that made sense. Heaving a sigh, she said, âStella seemed to still miss her ex-husband. I wonder what was so good of him. Theyâve divorced, but he couldnât let his ex-wife and son stay in another city without visiting them at all. He has no sense of responsibility. If I could meet him, I would beat him up on behalf of his parents.â
Dolores couldnât find her tongue at all.
After sorting out the vegetables, Evelyn said, âDolores, what happened to you today? You look so pale. Didnât you sleep well last night?â
âSort of.â
âOkay, I wonât hold you up for so long then. Just go ahead and take a nap.â Evelyn picked up her basket and bent over to whisper in Doloresâ ears, âYou must be serious about the matter to matchmake Alex and Stella.â
Dolores felt a stronger migraine.
Shortly after Evelyn was gone, Stella walked downstairs.
Dolores rubbed her forehead and said, âBreakfast is in the cooker.â
Stella answered, returned to the kitchen, and took out her breakfast.
Sitting next to Dolores, she whispered, âMs. Anderson, do you feel not well?â
Dolores waved her hand. âI got a migraine. Itâs my old disease.â
âShall we go to the hospital together? You need to see a doctor.â
âNo, thanks. Iâll be fine after taking some pills.â Dolores looked over at her. âAre you going out?â
Stella paused a few seconds. She answered, âProbably not.â
âSuit yourself. I need to take a nap.â Dolores took a few steps and looked back at her. She asked, âWhat do you want for lunch?â
Stella had a small bite on the steamed bum. âHow about the fish soup?â
âOkay. Evelyn gave me two crucians last night. Iâll make the soup for you.â
âThank you, Ms. Anderson.â
Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again ï¤Chapter 83: Donât Push Your Luck Too Far An Eight-year-old Princess ï¤Chapter 1410 Go And Return Quickly Critic ï¤Chapter 105: Missing Drake Doloresâ lips parted as if she wanted to speak something, but in the end, she sighed and went back to her room.
After breakfast, Stella thought that she couldnât take Ms. Andersonâs meals for granted.
She sat at the table for a moment and called Nathan again.
Nathan replied that Mr. Conrad hadnât come out of his room or eaten anything since last night until now.
Stella got the news and hung up the phone.
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