Stella had never expected that Clarence saw the torn page from the draft book. Instantly, she blushed. She wanted to retort him but couldnât find any right word.
Clarence said indifferently, âWhy donât you keep making excuses?â
After a long while, Stella said, âI was just polishing my skills.â
Honestly, she didnât believe in her excuse herself.
However, thinking that the wretched man didnât have normal logic, she hoped that he would believe it.
Right then, Clarence curled up his thin lips, giggling in a low voice.
Stella glared at him in silence.
What was so funny about it?
Clarence said, âLetâs go. Iâm starved.â
After a long morning, finishing lunch, and arriving home, Stella wasnât in the mood to talk to the wretched man at all. She directly walked upstairs for a nap.
However, as soon as she lay down, there was a knock on the door.
Stella suppressed her anger, got up, and opened the door, âMr. Conrad, whatâs up again?â
Clarence held a glass of water, âTake your pills.â
âIâll take them after my nap.â
âBefore the nap.â
Clarenceâs tone was quite aggressive, sounding as if he would gulp it down her throat if she refused.
Stella took over the glass, walked to the desk slowly, and sat down. Then she opened the bag of the pills and swallowed them with sips of water.
After that, Stella looked back, only to find that Clarence was sitting on the couch of her bedroom. With the laptop on his lap, he was working.
Stella was confused.
She directly reminded him, âExcuse me, Mr. Conrad. Iâm going to take a nap.â
Clarence didnât raise his head. He answered indifferently, âGo ahead. I didnât stop you, did I?â
Stella gritted her teeth, âMr. Conrad, thanks for bringing me the water. Iâve taken the pills. You can leave now.â
Clarenceâs slender fingers paused on the keyboard. He looked up at her slightly and then out of the window, âI like the view here.â
It seemed that he refused to leave her room, didnât he?
Stella was annoyed. Before she could speak, Clarence added, âYou think I donât care about you, donât you? Go ahead and take a nap. Iâll accompany you here.â
âI didnât say it!â
âNo difference.â Clarence didnât care about it. He said, âStella, I donât want to be commented as an irresponsible man again because of you. Go ahead with your nap. I donât want to repeat.â
The wretched man truly cared about othersâ opinions on him, which Stella had never expected.
She decided to give up. She couldnât do anything to him anyway. Sheâd rather calm down.
Lying on the bed, Stella tucked her in the quilt with her back towards him, âMr. Conrad, please pull the curtains for me.â
Clarence was silent.
A few seconds later, Stella heard the sound of pulling the curtains.
She lay on the bed, curling up her lips into a smile. It was so dark in the room now. She wondered how the wretched man could continue working like that. She didnât think that he would be sitting in her coach for the whole afternoon.
For a long time, there was no sound in the room again.
After taking pills, Stella felt quite sleepy shortly. She rubbed against her pillow, falling asleep.
A while later, Stella felt the space behind her slightly moved. She was dizzy and didnât sense anything wrong. She turned around and held something in her arms. It was cool and cozy. She clung to it and rubbed.
...
When Dolores came back from her trip, it was getting dark. She didnât see Stella in the yard, so she guessed that Stella must be napping in her room.
After put rice in the rice cooker, Dolores went upstairs.
She knocked at the door of Stellaâs bedroom, âStella, are you there?â
Stella rubbed her eyes and answered in a hoarse voice, âYes, I am.â
âTime for dinner. You can get up now.â Dolores paused a bit and asked again, âHas Clare gone?â
Stella wanted to answer, but she sensed something wrong suddenly.
The man who was supposed to sit on the couch was lying next to her on her bed, his hands wrapping her waist.
Before Stella returned to her senses, she heard Doloresâ voice again, âHello, Stella?â
Stella blurted out, âWhat? Oh, well, he might be gone. I was napping in the afternoon. I didnât see him.â
Dolores said, âAll right. Iâll go downstairs.â
Right after Dolores left, Stella heard the manâs deep and hoarse voice in her ears, âYou are extremely skillful in lying.â
Stella was still shocked and couldnât utter any word.
Who should be blamed for?
In a hurry, Stella pulled his hand away and got up. She was so annoyed, âMr. Conrad!â
Clarence sat up with one leg slightly bent. He answered with a sleepy tone, âWhatâs wrong?â
âYou...â Stella couldnât find her tongue because she was so angry with him. After a long while, she said, âI can call the police!â
Clarence asked, âDo you want to call the police just because I slept on your bed?â
âItâs not the matter of the bed. You slept beside me without my permission!â
âDidnât you often sleep beside me?â
âAt that time we havenât divorced yet. It was legal.â
After a long while, Clarence asked, âOh, for real?â
Stella suddenly was speechless again, because his indifferent tone reminded her of the night that she spent with him not long ago.
It happened after they had divorced.
Clarence got up, âIâm leaving since you donât call the police.â
Stella could only glare at him.
The wretched man sounded so complacent.
When he pulled the door open, Stella hurried stopped him, âWait!â
Right now, Ms. Anderson was cooking in the kitchen. If he went downstairs, she would see him.
Stella said, âIâll go downstairs first... Come down later.â
After finishing her words, she trotted downstairs without waiting for Clarenceâs response.
Right then, Evelyn happened to take something over. She was talking to Dolores. Seeing that, Stella exhaled slightly. Fortunately, she was smart and didnât let Clarence come down first. Otherwise, if he met Evelyn, there would definitely be rumors in the neighborhood and she couldnât explain at all.
However, Stella never expected that as soon as she came downstairs, Clarence entered the house from the door.
Stella quieted down.
She was staying on the second floor, which wasnât high from the ground, but she believed that this wretched man did it on purpose to piss her off.
Comparing to Stella, Evelyn was more shocked when seeing Clarence. She widened her eyes and said in disbelief, âClarence... Mr. Conrad, why are you here?â
After all, she realized that Clarence was a famous tycoon. It wasnât so appropriate for her to call his first name directly.
Clarence nodded slightly and greeted her, âHi, Ms. Beckham.â
Evelyn saw him wearing slippers, more confused.
Dolores explained in a low voice, âThis is my son.â
âWhat?â
Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again ï¤Chapter 95: Then, Why Donât You Like Me, Mr. Conrad?
An Eight-year-old Princess ï¤Chapter 1410 Go And Return Quickly Critic ï¤Chapter 105: Missing Drake Clarence didnât care what was going on behind him. Casting Stella a cold glance, he went back to his room.
Stella noticed that his shirt was dirty.
He couldnât blame her for it, could he? He should blame himself for sleeping on her bed for no reason.
She was almost freaked out.
At the door, Evelyn was in a daze as if she couldnât accept the fact at all.
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