Stella was not going to waste her time on arguing with him, so she talked back immediately, âNever mind if you donât want to tell me.â
Clarence grabbed her shoulders and asked word by word, âStella, do you like Emmett?â
â...â Stella frowned, âWhat a weird question.â
âJust answer me.â
Stella answered after a while, âNo.â
Clarence tightened his grasp and asked again in a soft and low voice, âThen do you like me?â
âYou stopped me here for asking these boring questions?â
âHow could they be boring?â
Stella raised her voice, âThey are totally boring! And, I have been wondering why did you come to my party with my friends. Donât you feel embarrassed and uncomfortable?â
âNot at all.â
âBut Mr. Conrad, have you found that everyone else was upset by your present?â
Clarence responded in an unemotional voice, âI donât care othersâ opinions. I only care you.â
Hearing his words, Stella couldnât help laughing, âMr. Conrad is serious?â
âYes.â
âIf Mr. Conrad really cares what I think, havenât you figured out that I hate you? Your appearance upset not only my friends, but also me ....â
Clarence interrupted her, âStella, this is your answer?â
âWhat ....â
Stella realized what did he mean as soon as she uttered the first word.
He referred to the question that if she liked him.
Stella looked at him calmly, âI thought you knew the answer.â
Clarence asked, âNow that you hate me, why did you help me today?â
âI simply considered that since you were one of the guests joining us for dinner, we shouldnât destroy the atmosphere because of you. And, I owed you a lot, so I want to seize every opportunity to return your favor. Thatâs it.â
But Stella had to admit that she was soft at that moment.
Clarence, the wretched man had been mean to her most of the time, but he was nice to her sometimes.
Those days living at the Anqiao Street was the most peaceful and comfortable time in her life.
At that time, although Clarence couldnât cook, he cooked fish soup for her without any complaints.
At the expense of a ruined kitchen though.
Although he always complained that she was a trouble, when there was a power blackout, he would take out the coal burning oven to heat water so that she could wash her hair.
Even though the electricity supply was restored before he could do that.
Although he asked her to have an abortion, but he still accompanied her to see the doctor.
Although ....
Stella sighed and stopped recalling it.
Clarence said, âStella, you like me. Itâs a fact that you canât deny.â
âSo what?â Stella looked calm, âMr. Conrad, we are both grown-ups. Thereâs more than like in our world. Let me tell the truth. From the moment when I asked to divorce you, I have never had the idea that we would get back together someday.â
Clarence pressed his lips and the apple of his throat moved up and down. He wanted to say something, but he couldnât open his mouth.
Stella continued, âI know it was disgusting that I threatened you with the baby to make you divorce me. You should hate me. I deserve it. I will take the consequences with no complaints whatever they will be. However, the past three years might be nothing to you, but I had a hard time.â
âWe have been divorced for six months. And the babyâs gone as you wished. We are even now. Why donât you let me go?â
When she finished, Clarence said in a low voice, âYou think that what I have done is annoying you?â
âYes.â Stella answered firmly, âI only want to live my own life. If it is possible, I hope Mr. Conrad would never show up in my life again.â
Clarence continued after a few seconds, âIf we had kept the baby, would you have a different answer?â
âIf we had.â Stella sighed in silence, âClarence, you should know that the problem between us is more than the baby.â
Clarence let her go slowly, âI see.â
Hearing that, Stella was relieved, but she felt something else too.
She was flooded with mixed feelings.
She made it so clear, allowing for no possibilities. He had to stop pursuing her this time.
When Stella was about to bid the last farewell to him, she was in darkness all of a sudden. Clarence kissed her lips with his cold and thin lips.
Stella, â...?â
Before she could push him away, Clarence took a step back first.
Stella held her anger, âClarence ....â
Clarence explained, âI understand what you said. But it doesnât matter to me. Itâs enough to know that you like me.â
Stella really wanted to crack his skull to see what was inside.
Clarence continued, âIt was my fault that you didnât have a good time in the past three years, but I never evade my responsibilities.â
â?â
âIâll keep finding ways to compensate you till you can leave the past behind and forgive me.â
âNo, you misunderstood. I didnât mean that ....â
âYes, you did.â
â....â
This wretched man imposed his own thought upon others as usual.
Seeing that she couldnât come up with a retort, Clarence smiled and reached out to fix her hair spreading around her ear, but she avoided his hand.
Clarence said, âAs for the other things, you donât have to worry. Iâll take care of them.â
Stella looked at him alertly, âWhat are the other things?â
âStella, trust me. Youâll be willing to remarry me one day.â
âI donât.â
Clarence stepped forward, âHow about a bet?â
Stella rejected, âI donât make a nonsense bet with ....â
âIf I win, you have to promise something. Whatever it is.â
âWhat if you lose?â
âItâs impossible.â
Stella, â....â
She couldnât stand it anymore, âGet off.â
Clarence smiled slightly in a good mood, âHave an early night. Good night.â
What the hell. How could she able to fall asleep after hearing what he said.
Clarence left soon after he finished. He moved his long legs and walked toward his Rolls-Royce by the street.
Stella rubbed her temples vigorously. She was about to go home but to find that she was still wearing Clarenceâs coat.
She turned around abruptly, but Clarence had already driven away.
Stella looked at the empty street having no idea what she should comment.
She thought after hearing what she said, Clarence should have been pissed off and left right away as he was bad tempered.
Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again ï¤Chapter 196: Considering Giving Him a Second Chance An Eight-year-old Princess ï¤Chapter 1410 Go And Return Quickly Critic ï¤Chapter 105: Missing Drake But to her surprise, he got a such thick skin.
But it did make sense because he managed to keep calm and show nothing in front of those people who hated him.
Anyway, she was too naive to compete with him.
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