After Evelyn was gone, Dolores asked Stella in low voice, âDid you two fight again?â
Stella couldnât utter a word for a moment.
Was it so obvious?
Her mouth corners twitched, but she couldnât tell Dolores why they got into a fight. She could lie calmly, âNot really. He might not be in a good mood.â
Dolores heaved a sigh. She could understand, âMy son is like this since he was a child. He always has a cold look.â
Stella didnât speak. Fair enough.
Dolores added, âOkay. Letâs leave him in peace. Time for dinner.â
Shortly after, Clarence came out after changing his clothes. He still looked cold and annoyed as if he was a debtor who failed to get his money.
It was fine when Stella hadnât known that Clarence was Ms. Andersonâs son. Now, since she had known it, Stella felt quite awkward when having meals with them. She also thought herself an outsider, and she wouldnât get involved in between them either.
During dinner, Stella carefully studied both. Probably because of their characters, Ms. Anderson and Clarence got along very naturally, without too much concern or the strangeness and indifference of their first encounter not long ago.
In Stellaâs opinion, this way was quite good.
She could hardly remember what her mother looked like. She didnât only forget her motherâs appearance, but also forgot the details when she got along with her mother completely.
If one day, Jeffrey would tell her that she was an orphan and he picked her up from the street, she would believe that.
Recalling her father, Stella was lost in her thought.
Since that night, she didnât think about her father deliberately, just treating him as a dead person. Probably he had taken the money and gone far away to live a carefree life.
If possible, she hoped that she wouldnât receive any news from him for the rest of her life.
After dinner, Dolores went into the kitchen to do dishes. When Stella was about to go upstairs, Clarence grabbed her wrist, âWhere are you going?â
âGoing to bed. Or what? Having a drink?â
He frowned unhappily, âAre you truly a pig? Youâve slept for a whole day. How can you fall asleep again?â
Stella looked at him calmly, âMr. Conrad, what can I do for you?â
Clarence stood up and answered flatly, âHave a walk with me.â
âIâve been walking with you on the street countless times in recent days. Mr. Conrad, why donât you take a walk alone. Please excuse me...â
âYes or no?â
Stella couldnât utter any word.
She was so annoyed by this wretched man, who couldnât do anything but threatening her.
In anger, she lifted her foot, âOkay. Okay.â
Clarence curled up his lips, following her to go out.
All the neighbors had come back home, and it was more lively on the street. Occasionally, some mid-aged women passing by greeted Stella. When they saw the man behind her, they were quite confused. Their gazes swept between them, becoming quite meaningful.
Soon, Stella was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack on the ground and hide in.
The wretched man told the neighbors that he was married, and now she was pregnant. She couldnât imagine what the rumors would be spread soon.
However, Clarence, who always cared about his reputation, seemed not to see those gazes. He still kept calm and indifferent, walking half a meter after her.
Stella fastened her pace. She roughly walked to the end of the street. She said, âMr. Conrad, please enjoy yourself. I really gotta go back.â
This time, Clarence didnât stop her. He hummed in agreement.
On the way back, Stella couldnât suppress anymore. She asked, âMr. Conrad, may I ask you a question?â
âGo ahead.â
âWhen will your work here be finished?â
Clarence cast her a glance, and his eyes were cold, âWhatâs your point?â
Stella paused and said sincerely, âNo matter what, even if we were just acquaintances, there would be rumors since we stayed in the same house.
Weâve divorced, so we should keep our distance from each other everywhere... Please donât take me wrong. Iâm not driving you out. Mr. Conrad, you can stay as long as you like. Iâll find a hotel and move in.â
Clarence asked in a cold tone, âWhen you hit on me, why didnât you distance yourself from me?â
Stella blushed slightly. She said in difficulty, âMr. Conrad, could you... change your wording? Besides, didnât we do it based on our willingness? Why do you sound as if Iâve raped you?â
âI dare you.â
After he finished his words, Clarence strode away.
Stella followed him, âThatâs just my advice. Mr. Conrad, Iâm sure youâve found that itâs quite inconvenient for us to stay in the same house based on our current relationship.â
âWhatâs our current relationship?â
âCurrently, weâre divorced...â
Clarence interrupted her mercilessly, âDivorced but still sex partners?â
Stella didnât think she could continue talking to him.
Why couldnât he speak like a normal human being?
Obviously, Clarence wasnât in the mood to talk to her either.
On the way back, neither spoke.
Clarence didnât follow her as he did earlier. Soon, he distanced himself from her.
Stella felt a bit tired while walking. She sat on a bench nearby to take a rest.
The wretched man was so easy to lost temper.
She just asked him but didnât mean to move out right away. No matter what, she would be the one who would be troubled, wouldnât she?
Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again ï¤Chapter 96: You Are Extremely Skillful in Lying After sitting on the bench for less than twenty minutes, Stella felt that she was more spiritual than staying home, although she was depressed.
She exhaled. When she stood up and was about to go back to the house, she saw Clarence standing not far away from her, gazing at her coldly. She wondered when he had returned.
Probably it was because she had become moodier after the pregnancy, Stella felt wronged for some reason. The breeze also made her eyes sore.
Her tears dropped.
Clarence was helpless.
He walked up to her, âDo you think you are reasonable?â
Although his words were not pleasant to hear, his tone became much gentler than it was earlier.
Stella tilted her head, rubbing her eyes, âOf course not. You are the most reasonable man in this world. Whatever you said is right. Whatever others said is wrong. Everyone is scheming with evil intentions and means.â
âI just said one sentence, but you retorted so many words. You are so tough, arenât you?â
âThen, stop talking to me.â
Clarence smiled. Probably he thought that she was childish, or their argument of nonsense was childish.
The more Stella spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. Her tears streamed down and she couldnât control them at all.
When she didnât want to talk to this wretched man and was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. He put his palm on her back and patted her, âAll right. It could be my fault. Donât cry.â
Stella was taken aback in his arms. She asked reluctantly, âCould be?â
Clarence said, âDonât push your luck too far!â
âOkay.â
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