Clarence stared at her and didnât utter a word.
Under his gaze, Stella felt a bit uneasy. She looked away and coughed, âMr. Conrad, if you donât want to answer your question, please ignore it.â
After a while, Clarence said calmly, âSince you said so, I do regret it.â
âMr. Conrad, if you regret it, you can go back to Phoebe Steward. Itâs still not too late.â As she spoke, Stella stood up, âItâs quite late now. Iâm taking off.â
After she took a few steps, her wrist was grabbed.
Clarence slightly increased his strength to grip her, and she fell into his arms.
Before Stella struggled, Clarence wrapped his arms around her waist, raising his brows, âAre you jealous?â
Stella said expressionlessly, âIâm too tough to be jealous.â
Clarence curled up his lips and intentionally or unintentionally glanced at her bosom, âYou are quite tough indeed.â
Upon understanding his implication, Stella hurried raised her arms to cover her bosom, blushing. After a long while, she cursed, âYou rascal!â
âWhy did you curse me? Didnât you say you are quite tough? I like it.â
Stella choked up.
She doubted if the wretched man was mentally ill.
She said crossly, âLet go!â
Clarence, however, tightened his arms around her waist. He pressed his chin on her shoulder and whispered, âDonât move. I want to hold you.â
âMr. Conrad, arenât you jealous? Why donât you hold Phoebe Steward?â
âAll right. I was kidding with you. You donât need to be jealous. Calm down.â
âI...â
Stella couldnât utter any word for a moment.
Clarence said, âWait for me for another half an hour. Iâll drive you home.â
âMr. Conrad, arenât you quite busy?â
âThe work cannot be accomplished within just one day.â
Stella was silent and then continued, âWhy do I need to wait for you for another half an hour?â
Clarence said, âItâs quite rare that you actively came to find me. If I let you go home like this, I would waste your kindness, wouldnât I?â
Stella didnât speak. She knew what was in the wretched manâs mind. She shouldnât have asked him.
After a few minutes, Clarence asked, âHave you decided the question you want to ask me?â
Stellaâs lips parted. The words reached the tip of her tongue, but she didnât know how to start.
âOkay, keep on thinking.â
Stella sat on his lap, and she could clearly hear the manâs heartbeat.
After a few seconds, she raised her hand and gently put it on his chest.
Clarence slightly stiffed. When he prepared to speak, Stella said, âShush.â
He licked his thin lips calmly, staring at her without a blink.
Stella kept putting her palm on his chest. Under the cloth, she could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.
After a long while, Stella withdrew her hand and whispered, âIâve finished asking.â
Clarence didnât understand, âPardon?â
Stella answered, âNothing.â
She checked the time, âItâs quite late now. I need to go to work tomorrow. Please give me a ride home.â
Clarenceâs eyes were darkened. He didnât speak.
Stella looked up at him, âAre you giving me a ride or not? Or Iâll call a cab.â
Clarence withdrew his hands, âSure.â
Stella stood up from his lap, straightening herself up as if nothing had happened.
Clarence picked up his coat, âLetâs go.â
On the way back, Stella pressed the car window to open a small crack. She kept peering out of the window, slightly curling up her lips.
When the Rolls-Royce parked downstairs of Stellaâs apartment, she was about to unfasten the seat belt, but Clarence dragged her over. Stella met his black eyes, blinking.
His Adamâs apple bobbed. He whispered to ask, âWhat did you ask me just now?â
Stella answered, âA secret.â
He approached her closer, âYou donât want to tell me, do you?â
âMr. Conrad, donât you also have a lot of secrets? Weâre even.â
Clarence asked, âWhat secrets do I keep from you?â
Stella thought for a moment and decided to toss back the tough question to him, âMr. Conrad, you know what youâve hidden.â
Clarence indeed had hidden something from him. For a moment, he couldnât find the right words to retort her.
Seeing that he kept silent, Stella knew she won against him this time, âOkay, Iâm going upstairs. Mr. Conrad, be careful when driving home. Good night.â
She turned around and was about to pull the door open, and she heard Clarenceâs voice from the aside, âStella, wait.â
âWhat...â
She subconsciously looked back. Before she could finish her words, her lips were sealed.
Clarence studied her expression. Seeing that she didnât resist as usual, he raised his hands to press the back of her head, gradually deepening the kiss.
...
After walking out of the elevator, Stella walked at a delightful pace with both her hands in the pockets of her coat.
She entered the passcode, pulled the door open, and was walking in, only to find Sherry was looking at her thoughtfully while holding her own arms across her chest.
Under Sherryâs gaze, Stella felt a bit guilty. She coughed and rubbed her nose unnaturally, âWell... Itâs so late now... Why are you still awake?â
âIâm just wondering where you are from so late.â
Stella hurriedly answered, âI was a bit hungry, so I went out to grab something. If I knew you hadnât slept yet, I would bring you some takeout.â
Sherry raised her eyebrows and asked, âWhat did you eat?â
âHmm... spicy hotchpotch.â
âOh, I see. It must be quite spicy as your lips are swollen.â
Stella choked up.
She let out a hollow laugh and tried to cover her lies, âYeah... We can go there together next time. The stall is in the lane downstairs. There were so many customers. I didnât find it before...â
âEnough. You are going too far when making a story.â
Stella immediately shut up. She clenched her hands, lowered her head as if she had done something wrong.
Sherry asked tentatively, âAre you going to move out soon?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
Sherry breathed a sigh of relief, âThatâs good then. Otherwise, if you progress too fast, Iâm afraid Iâll be left alone in this apartment again.â
Stellaâs eyelids twitched. She said vaguely, âWell, itâs quite late now. I feel sleepy. Letâs go to bed. We can talk tomorrow.â
After that, she rushed into her bedroom.
Looking at her receding figure, Sherry couldnât help but click her tongue. She also went back to her room slowly. She envied Stella a lot, wondering when she could also fall in love with someone.
Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again ï¤Chapter 277: Only Once in a Lifetime An Eight-year-old Princess ï¤Chapter 1410 Go And Return Quickly Critic ï¤Chapter 105: Missing Drake Stella was lying on the bed, feeling quite spirited. She couldnât fall asleep at all.
She slowly raised her hand and looked at her palm, on which the manâs temperature seemed to have remained.
A grownupâs normal heart rate was around sixty to seventy a minute. When they were with their crushes, the heart rate would accelerate automatically.
She had got the answer that she wanted to know.
Stella wrapped herself with the quilt, curling up her lips.
She hadnât fallen asleep for a whole night.
On the second day, when Sherry dragged herself to get up with the holiday syndrome, she found that Stella was busy in the kitchen. The latter was humming a song, looking extremely delighted.
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