Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 270

Stella simply closed her eyes and just wanted to ignore him.

The moment the wretched man talked about a certain topic, she knew what was he actually planning.

Perhaps because the tipsy feeling of the wine was too intense, on the way back, Stella did not drift off and was just being dazed. She kept feeling that a tendon inside her head was slightly painful.

Not knowing how long it took, the car finally stopped.

Stella slowly opened her eyes and when she was about to open the car door to leave, Clarence’s voice rang out indifferently, “You don’t invite me up to have a rest?”

“…Does Mr. Conrad still need me to invite.”

Clarence raised his eyebrows and did not deny it.

In the elevator, Stella’s slender eyebrows were furrowed as she gently rubbed her temples.

Clarence glanced at her, “You can’t drink but you still want to get drunk like others.”

Stella took a deep breath, who the hell was all this because of?

The door was opened. The living room was quiet. Sherry should have gone to bed.

Stella walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Just before she was about to drink it, the glass in her hand was snatched away.

Clarence said, “How can you drink cold water in such weather.”

Finished speaking, Clarence took the glass and went into the kitchen.

Not long after, he came out with boiled water and placed it in front of her. He asked without any signs, “How to make a sobering soup.”

Stella was lying on the table. Probably because she did not expect him to say that, she froze before saying, “What?”

Clarence said, “Aren’t you not feeling well.”

Stella laughed dryly twice, “I’m just a little dizzy. I’ll be fine after sleeping, I don’t need to bother Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence stared at her expressionlessly and just repeated, “How to do it.”

“I’m…dizzy, I don’t want to say anything.”

After Stella finished speaking, she directly lay on the table.

She had to applaud for this excuse she found.

After Clarence stood in place for two seconds, his tongue rested against his teeth and then he turned around and went back to the kitchen.

After a while, Stella heard the sound of banging and crackling in the kitchen. She recalled the previous scene in Anqiao Street. She was really afraid that this wretched man would blow up her kitchen.

Stella raised her head and saw Clarence’s tall back under the light.

Inexplicably, she felt a little warmth.

She supported her chin with one hand and just quietly looked at him like this.

Clarence’s suit was just resting on the back of the chair opposite her. The cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up and he was holding his phone while looking for the corresponding ingredients.

Even though Stella was quite far from him, she could feel that he was not fit to do this.

As Stella watched, she suddenly could not help but think.

Indeed, every dog had its day.

In the past, when Clarence came home while being drunk, she not only was at his mercy but also got a series of mockeries despite putting much effort to make sobering soup for him.

Now, the scene had changed. She should have been happy but for some reason, she could not be happy.

Not knowing how many minutes ticked by, Stella slowly withdrew her gaze, took the glass of warm water in front of her and took a sip.

After half a glass of water entered her stomach, very soon, a steaming bowl of sobering soup was placed in front of her.

Clarence’s voice was with a little tension, “Try it.”

Stella looked at the black water in the bowl as well as the unknown floating objects. She instantly felt that she was partially sobered.