Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 321

Stella took a sip out of the wine that Clarence gave him.

It was a glass of wine with a slightly sweet taste.

It was actually quite nice.

She could not help but recall the other time where that wretched man, Clarence, made her drank a boat load of alcohol.

Stella put the wine glass down, looked at Clarence and said, “Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence replied with a deep voice, “Hmm?”

Stella continued, “That time, when you made me drank a lot of alcohol at the Twilight Club, was it you who sent me back? Or was it Sherry?”

Clarence probably did not expect her to mention that, he smiled smugly and replied, “Take a wild guess.”

Stella said with a snort, “I knew it, you must have had bad intentions for making me so drunk.”

That time was the drunkest Stella had even been in her entire life, she legitimately could not remember anything when she woke up.

No wonder that wretched man would grasp any opportunities when he saw them.

She thought about that, and asked him again, “What did you do when I was passed out?”

That wretched man had made so many arrangements, he must had put a lot of effort into it, so why would he stop at making Stella very drunk and just leave her be?

He must had done something horrifying.

Clarence replied while raising his eyebrows, “If I did anything to you, wouldn’t you at least feel something?”

Stella was speechless.

His reasoning was not completely absurd after all.

She just could not bring herself to believe him.

After they finished the bottle of wine, Stella felt a little dizzy, as she leaned on Clarence’s shoulder and looked at the surface of the sea. She felt finally felt some semblance of relief in a long time.

Many things happened these past few months, and every one of those things almost made her lose the will to continue living.

Sometimes, she was not even sure if she made the right choice.

Before she divorced, she would never think that one day she will be sitting next to Clarence, with both of them admiring the sea in silence.

That was just how bizarrely human lives work; they had to experience and then lose something, before realizing that the ‘something’ that they lost was what they really wanted.

Stella heard Clarence’s deep voice, “Are you drunk?”

Stella shook her head and replied, “Nope.”

He looked at her, and saw that her eyes were not filled with anxious anymore.

“Stella?”

“Mhmm…”

Clarence did not say anything. His focus was on something else, as he was thinking about some random unknown stuff.

However, Stella wanted to hear his response. When he did not respond after a while, Stella, dissatisfied, poked at his waist with her finger.

Clarence held her hand, looked at her with a dark expression, and said, “What do you want?”

“Don’t you have other things to say when you called my name? Say it.”

“I just wanted to call your name.”

Stella doubted, “You’re lying.”

Clarence smiled, “I’m not.”

Stella pouted in response. Her lips were as red as a rose, her eyes watery as she stared at him, as if she was protesting silently.

Clarence stared back; his eyes darkened slightly, as he held her chin and kissed her juicy lips.

Stella was more enthusiastic when she was drunk. She was initially taken back by him, but she quickly responded by wrapping her hands around his neck.

Clarence held Stella by her head and waist and moved her onto a soft cushion, before kissing her even more deeply.

After some time, Stella suddenly pushed him away.

Clarence with his deep voice started asking her, “What’s wrong, babe?”

Stella said while slightly out of breath, “You still haven’t said it.”

Clarence did not expect her to be even more tenacious when she was drunk.