At noon, Stella finished her work and stretched. She heard her phone ringing.
When she wiped to answer, she heard the manâs deep voice. âStill busy?â
Stella checked the time. âAnother half an hour.â
She had to arrange the tasks before leaving the studio.
Clarence said, âAll right.â
After hanging up the phone, Stella walked out of the office.
Her studio wasnât big but there were a lot of trifles.
Sherry was in charge of them, and Stella only needed to take care of the design drafts.
After she had done, an hour passed.
When she trotted her belongings out of the studio, she saw the Rolls-Royce parked in front.
Stella pulled the door open and sat in. While fastening the seat belt, she said, âNailed it. Letâs go.â
âShall we have lunch first?â
âOkay... Wait. Letâs go home first. I havenât taken the food I made last night.â
Clarence slightly tilted his head. âLook back.â
Stella looked back, only to find the food he made was packed in the lunch boxes neatly.
She curled up her lips into a smile. However, after a few seconds, she started worrying about the foodâs freshness.
Clarence looked at her. âWhatâs wrong?â
With a wry smile, Stella didnât have the heart to give him a blow. âItâs alright. Letâs go for lunch first. Where are we going after lunch?â
âYouâll know when we arrive.â
The car started moving slowly. It wasnât until then did Stella find that Clarence wasnât wearing a suit today. Instead, he was in neat street clothing. He didnât look as cold as usual but quite relaxed.
Noticing her gaze on him, Clarence turned around to look at her, his eyes full of amusement. âI see how you are staring at me. Do you want to eat food or me for lunch?â
Stella was silent.
She wished that the wretched man could shut up.
As long as he spoke, he flirted with her.
They found a restaurant at random nearby. After lunch, Stella checked the time -- it was already past three in the afternoon.
If they wouldnât speed up, it would be evening soon.
Out of the restaurant, Stella noticed that the wretched man was walking too slowly. She directly dragged him forward. âHurry up!â
The man slightly raised his eyebrows. âWhy are you rushing?â
âI want to go home to get some sleep as early as possible.â
Clarence held her hand back and strode forward, fastening his pace.
Half an hour later, the car was parked at the gate of a huge club.
It seemed that Clarence was a patron here. He directly took her in without any pause.
Stella followed him, looking around, only to find it was an extremely huge place. It at least occupied a few thousand square meters.
Clarence asked, âDo you want to play the golf first or go horse-riding first?â
Stella didnât answer.
When thinking of what happened in the resort before, Stella wanted to choose neither.
She noticed that there was a huge map on the wall next to them, so she released Clarenceâs hand and walked over. She found that besides a golf course and a horse ranch, there was a shooting area, a rock climbing field, and even a racetrack.
Sure enough, it was a place for the rich to burn money.
Stella looked over at Clarence. âCan I choose other options? I want to go rock climbing. Itâs more exciting.â
The man put his hand in the trousers pocket and said calmly, âThose two options are what I can play only.â
Stella curled her lips. Ignoring him, she directly headed to the rock climbing field. âItâs a huge place. Iâm sure there are instructors. I can find one of them to teach me.â
Clarence licked his thin lips. âThe instructors here are all male. Arenât you afraid that they would take advantage of you?â
But, Clarenceâs purpose to take advantage of her was more obvious, wasnât it?
As long as Stella recalled that the wretched man aboveboard took advantage of her when teaching her play golf, she gritted her teeth in hatred.
That was why she had no interest in this game.
However, much to Stellaâs surprise, as soon as she arrived at the rock climbing field, she saw a familiar figure.
Well...
Sure enough, it was a place for the rich to gather.
She started to regret it for her impulse actions.
Phoebe unbuckled the safety rope on her waist. When she turned around to wipe her sweat, she was face to face with Stella.
She snorted coldly, tossing away the towel in her hand. âEveryone can come to this place now.â
Her friends heard her complaint and followed her gaze. When they saw Stella, they looked tentative and disdainful.
Right then, Clarence stood behind Stella, looking quite cold and expressionless.
Those people withdrew their gazes immediately.
An instructor next to them asked, âMs. Steward, would you like to try again?â
Phoebe answered in a cold tone, âNope. Iâm trying again. My interest has been ruined.â
As she spoke, she picked up her belongings and left.
Her friends immediately followed her.
After they were gone, Clarence asked calmly, âIs this the excitement you are looking for?â
Stella gritted her teeth. âShut up!â
How would she know she could be so lucky to meet Phoebe here?
Moreover, the wretched man mocked her.
With a smile, Clarence asked, âAre you still trying?â
âOf course! Why not?â
If she changed her mind, it would seem that she was frightened.
As soon as Stella walked over, an instructor brought them two sets of rock climbing tools. âGood day, Mr. Conrad.â
Clarence only took one sent and sent the instructor away.
When he was helping Stella wear the protective clothing, the latter looked at him in confusion. âDidnât you said that you donât know how to do it?â
âDepends on whom Iâm speaking to.â
The wretched man could always chop logic.
After everything was ready, Clarence told her how to climb up and how to use her strength. Then he took a step back and said, âYou may start now.â
Stella exhaled deeply. She stepped on a protruding stone and grabbed one with her hand.
She started trying to climb up.
After she climbed up to two or three meters, she felt her legs trembling.
When she was wondering if she should climb down, she heard the wretched man chatting with the instructor who returned. He asked indifferently, âHow high did Phoebe Steward climb to just now?â
The instructor didnât understand what he meant, since Clarence brought a woman here but was asking about another woman. He let out a hollow laugh and answered, âMs. Steward might have climbed to ten meters.â
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Clarence stopped speaking Upon hearing it, Stella gritted her teeth tightly and kept moving up.
After all, this was the first time for her to do rock climbing and she couldnât handle the strength and skills well. She could only move up another meter before stopping again.
She looked down and found that she had been quite distant from the ground.
The instructor who was chatting with Clarence had left again.
The wretched man with a faint smile was the only one left in the scene.
It seemed as if he was waiting for her to beg to save her.
Stella couldnât do it. She clung to the wall, panting without moving.
Shortly after, Clarence asked, âAre you coming down?â
Stella answered stubbornly, âNo, thanks. The view is quite good up here.â
âDo you plan to stay there for the whole afternoon?â
Stella was silent for a moment. She decided to retreat one step to make things easier. âHow can I climb down?â
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