Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 268

After entering the bar, Stella walked straight to the bar counter and asked for a glass of wine.

As soon as she sat down, someone immediately came over and hit on her, “Beauty, you’re alone?”

Stella replied while smiling, “Yeah.”

The man said, “It’s a fate for us to meet each other. Let me buy you a drink.”

As he said, he snapped his finger at the bartender, “Give this beauty a blue margarita.”

After his words were uttered, an upright figure appeared beside him, “Since you love to treat others to something so much, why don’t you buy me a drink also, I’m also alone.”

The man was speechless.

This person was crazy, right.

Clarence leaned against the bar and blocked him from seeing Stella. His slender fingers were tapping on the countertop, “What, you have sexism?”

The man smiled awkwardly and patted his shoulder, “Buddy, how can you say like that, alright, since it’s New Year, let’s drink and I’ll just treat it as I’m making friends with you, what do you want to drink? Order it.”

Clarence said, “Then I’ll really order whatever I want.”

After he finished his words, he looked at the bartender, “A glass of Louis XIII.”

The bartender was stunned and he said, “Sir, Louis XIII is not available to be sold to a person.”

“I know, open a six-litre one, I want a glass of it. For the rest, this gentleman will treat the other guests in the bar to drink.”

The man’s face stiffened so much and it was contorted. He said in displeasure, “Buddy, you’re looking for trouble, right?”

Louis XIII was France’s top brandy and a few hundred millimetres of it cost more than ten thousand yuan, let alone six litres, which cost at least a few hundred thousand yuan.

Even he himself had never had a sip. Wasn’t this very obvious that he was deliberately tricking him?

Clarence spoke indifferently, “You can’t afford it? If you can’t afford it, don’t try to keep up appearances.”

When the man was just about to get angry, he pulled out a black card from his wallet and handed it to the bartender, “Open a bottle, it’s my treat for this gentleman.”

As he spoke, he said to the man again, “There are some things that are beautiful and only can be desired but not attainable. Stopping in time to avoid loss is the most sensible way. Just consider this lesson a free gift from me to you, don’t need to thank me.”

If it was not because the man saw him take out the limited black card without even blinking and ask the bartender to open a bottle of Louis XIII, at this time, his fist would have fallen on his face.

The man also saw that he had a great temperament and knew that this was a game for rich people. So, he could only leave embarrassedly.

The bartender warily took the black card, “Si…sir, we don’t have the six-litre one here…”

Clarence said, “Give me the same glass of what she just ordered.”

“Alright.”

After the bartender gave back the hot black card, he heaved a sigh of relief.

He had been working here for so long and had seen many rich dudes. But, he had never met someone who opened a six-litre bottle of Louis XIII to treat everyone.

Clarence sat next to Stella as if he still had no intention to talk to her.

Stella played with her phone and ignored him.

A short while later, the bartender brought their glasses of wine over.

Stella took a sip. Among sweetness and the astringent taste, she felt it was a little spicy.

This was the first time she drank such strong wine and she could not help but cough several times.

She originally intended to go home but she could not hold back her anger. So, she finished the glass of wine bit by bit.

After drinking, not knowing if it was because the air here was too stuffy or because there were too many people, Stella already felt hot and her cheeks were burning.

She took a look at the clock. It was almost time to go back.

When Stella felt the cold wind after leaving the bar, she shivered and felt a little dizzy. She took out her phone and dialled Sherry’s number, “Sherry, what are you doing?”

“I’m watching the Spring Festival Gala, the one tonight is so boring…Are you still at Emmett’s house? When will you be back?”