Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 317

Clarence answered calmly, “Beg me for help.”

“I’m begging you.”

“That’s too perfunctory.”

Stella felt that her hands were about to twitch. She suppressed the impulse to curse him. “You can help me to climb down first. In my current situation, I can’t do anything except verbally thanking you perfunctorily.”

Clarence said, “You can thank me verbally.”

Stella was confused.

Clarence looked up at her, his eyes full of burning heat. “Think it over. What should you address me?”

‘The wretched man? Asshole? Clarence the Exploiter?’ Stella wondered.

She didn’t think it would be appropriate.

Seeing that Stella still kept silent, Clarence said, “Call me and I’ll help you come down.”

Stella withdrew her gaze, her heart hammering.

She understood what the wretched man meant, but she couldn’t call him that way at all.

Even during their three-year marriage, she had never called him that way, let alone right now.

While Stella hesitated, her legs started trembling. She almost fell down.

She suddenly felt that she had set herself up.

Clarence was standing right in the trap, waiting for her.

After a short while, Stella quickly called him.

Clarence raised his brows. “What did you say? I can’t hear it.”

Stella’s ears were reddened and burning.

Gritting her teeth, she called him vaguely, “Honey.”

After a pause, she added in a weak tone, “Please.”

Clarence curled up his thin lips. He walked over and got her down.

She was unwilling to call him that way no matter how he tortured her while making love last time.

Stella fell into his arms directly.

She was prone on Clarence’s shoulders, wishing she could perish with the wretched man together.

Fortunately, there was no one else around. Otherwise, she would be deadly regretful.

Not far away from the scene, Phoebe witnessed what happened. She sneered and left.

Clarence helped Stella take off the protective clothing with a smile on his face. “It’s indeed exciting. I’ll bring you here again next time.”

Stella didn’t think she would come back. The wretched man could come here alone.

If the time could be turned back to the previous day, Stella would definitely not agree to a date with him.

She doubted if she were nuts when doing it.

Clarence rubbed her trembling arms. “Are you feeling better?”

“Nope. I want to go home now.”

Clarence ignored it. He whispered, “You lack exercise. I’ve told you that you are quite weak, but you refused to admit it.”

Stella curled her lips, not in the mood to argue with him.

Clarence kept rubbing all fours for her. After a while, he asked, “All right. Do you want to try anything else?”

“No. I want to go home.”

Clarence looked at her, his eyes darkened with implication. “Are you sure?”

Stella let out a hollow laugh. “Not really. I’m just kidding. Let’s go to...”

Before she finished her words, she heard some cheers not far away.

She immediately asked, “What’s going on there? Let’s check it out.”

That was a velodrome over there.

A race had just finished.

When Stella and Clarence walked over, they saw Vincent get off from a racing car. He took off the helmet and clicked his tongue. “I must admit that I’m old. I can’t win against you youngsters.”

Someone answered, “Mr. James, you are so modest. You got second place because the racetrack was changed. Otherwise, you would still win the first place.”