Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Cafe.

Phoebe ordered a cup of Cafe Americano and asked Stella, “Ms. Radomil, what would you like to drink?”

Stella said to the waiter, “A glass of milk, please. Thanks.”

After the waiter left, Phoebe smiled faintly and said, “I didn’t know you don’t drink coffee, Ms. Radomil. Since designers need inspiration in your careers, I thought you need the caffeine more or less.”

“I do like coffee. Just because of my health issue, it’s more appropriate for me to drink milk right now.”

Stella didn’t think it’s necessary to let a person who she met for the first time know that she was pregnant. She made an excuse at random.

Phoebe said, “Right. Ms. Radomil, you look quite well. I guess you must be very careful with your diet and drink usually.”

Stella smiled politely. She changed the subject and came straight to the point, “Miss Steward, could you please let me know what kind of style your friend prefers? I can design a draft version for you to take a look at. If you have any suggestions, just let me know. Then I’ll modify the design.”

“Well, we don’t have a specific idea yet, so currently there’s no special requirement,” said Phoebe, “Ms. Radomil, I guess upon your capability, you can design it freely. My friend favors the “Puppy Love’ Series a lot, which meant quite differently for her. If she knew that her wedding gift would be designed by you, she must be overjoyed.”

Stella said, “Miss Steward, thank you for your compliment. I’ll have a try then. In a week, I’ll send you the first version of the draft. If you have any other requirements, I’ll add them on.”

“Deal!” Phoebe gave Stella an email inbox, “Ms. Radomil, please send the draft to this inbox. Thank you.”

Stella nodded slightly, “All right.”

Phoebe stood up, “I gotta go now. Ms. Radomil, nice meeting you. I look forward to your design.”

“Nice meeting you, too, Miss Steward. See you.”

Out of the cafe, Stella wanted to hail a cab as usual, but suddenly she recalled that the driver arranged by Clarence was waiting nearby for her.

She exhaled. After taking a few steps, she received a call from Sherry, “How did it go, Stella? Made the deal?”

“Yep. I’ll give her the draft in a week.”

Sherry almost applauded. After a pause, she asked, “Stella, just now I accepted the offer for you without your permission. Are you mad at me for that?”

Stella answered with a smile, “You are helping me make money. Why would I be mad at you?”

Although she didn’t owe Clarence any money now, she needed money to bring up her baby. Even if Sherry didn’t accept it for her, she wouldn’t reject it.

It was her job. She didn’t need to reject the opportunity for Modesty’s sake.

Sherry breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good then. Have you noticed that? Modesty’s face turned pale in anger. I guess she must be puking blood in her office now. I’m so delighted at the thought of the scene.”

Stella said, “You’d better go back to your work. I’m going home now. Miss Steward asked me to design it freely, but I don’t have a clue yet.”

If there was no requirement for a design, it meant the most difficult. Fortunately, at least she knew it would be a wedding gift. She decided to find her inspiration based on that.

“All right. After you’ve finished this design, let’s have dinner together.”

After hanging up the phone, Stella saw the driver standing not far away and waving at her. He called, “Mrs. Conrad, I’m here.”

Stella walked over. After hesitating for a moment, she said in a low voice, “Please don’t call me Mrs. Conrad in the future. I divorced Clarence long ago.”

“Yes, Mrs... Miss... Ms...”

Besides “Mrs. Conrad”, the driver wasn’t sure what else he could address her. He couldn’t finish his words after stammering for a long while.

Stella heaved a sigh, “Let’s go.”

After all, it was the conflict between Clarence and her. It had nothing to do with the driver.

As soon as she arrived home, Stella locked herself in the bedroom, starting to design the draft.

When dinner was ready and the servant came to inform her, Stella replied, “Oh... I’m not hungry yet. Thanks.”

She wasn’t hungry indeed, because she had eaten a lot of snacks when inspiring herself.

...

When Clarence came home, it was ten o’clock in the evening.

The servant walked up to greet him, “Good evening, Mr. Conrad. Would you like to eat something?”

Clarence loosened his necktie and said indifferently, “Go ask her what she want’s to eat. She will get up at midnight and grab some food.”

The servant said, “Mrs. Conrad hasn’t had dinner yet. She said she’s not hungry.”

Clarence looked up at the second floor, creasing his handsome brows.

Stella’s bedroom.

When Stella was drawing the line of the necklace, she heard a few impatient knocks on the door.

She thought that the servant came to inform her about the dinner again, so she answered, “Alisa, please don’t bother. If I’m starved later, I’ll go downstairs and cook something myself...”

Before she finished her words, the door of her room was opened by someone.

Clarence asked in a cold tone, “Don’t you know you should eat on time?”

Stella looked at him, speechless.

He was a man who ate his lunch at one o’clock the next morning. What right did he have to blame her?

Stella answered seriously, “I’m working now, so I forgot all about eating and sleeping.”

Clarence glanced at the snack bags next to her, “But you kept eating.”

“That’s why I couldn’t have dinner. I had eaten too many snacks.”

Clarence wasn’t in the mood to argue with her, “Come downstairs in five minutes.”

The wretched man gave her a command.

Stella put down her brush and walked out of her room reluctantly.

Alisa saw them both come downstairs, so she served the heated dishes to them, “Mrs. Conrad, Mr. Conrad said that you like drinking the fish soup recently. This is my first time putting the houttuynia cordoba into the fish soup. Please have a try.”

Clarence retorted expressionlessly, “I never said that.”

Alisa patted herself on the forehead, “Right. Right. Mr. Conrad, you didn’t say that. I just guessed that.”

Stella took a sip and smile at Alisa, “It’s so yummy. Thank you, Alisa.”

“Great! As long as you like it, Mrs. Conrad. Please enjoy your dinner. If you need anything, just call me.”

After finishing the soup, Stella suddenly had an appetite to eat and felt hungry.

When she had half done the dinner, she raised her head, only to find that Clarence was gazing at her without a blink, his eyes calm and deep.

Stella felt creepy. She put down the chopsticks and asked tentatively, “Mr. Conrad, what’s up?”

Clarence withdrew his gaze, “Nothing. Go on with your dinner.”

Since he went upstairs and asked her to eat dinner today, Stella believed that she should show some care for him in return, “Mr. Conrad, do you always come home so late recently?”

“You can’t fall asleep if I haven’t come home, can you?”

Stella was chocked up.

She felt amused and annoyed. After a while, she finally could react, “Mr. Conrad, you must be kidding.”

Clarence said in a cold tone, “Then it’s none of your business when I come back every day.”

Stella believed she had plenty of reasons to understand why Clarence asked her to move back - he wanted to piss her off. After he pissed her off, his wish could come true.

After a moment, Clarence said indifferently, “Has anyone told you not to talk while eating?”

Stella answered quite sincerely, “I’ve only been told that a sharp-tongued person’s tongue would be cut off when he goes to Hell.”

The dining room fell into the silence.

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