Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 362

When Stella woke up the next morning, her back and legs were sore and she was feeling dizzy.

She was in a lot of pain.

She sat up on the bed by supporting her body weight with one arm, and she felt as if the world was spinning around her.

At that moment, someone pushed open the door to the bedroom. Clarence’s deep voice sounded, “You’re awake, huh.”

Stella looked at him, grabbed a pillow with the little strength that she had left, and chucked it straight at him while yelling, “You bastard!”

Clarence was slightly taken back by her sudden action.

He caught the pillow, smirked and asked her, “I thought I treated you quite nicely last night, why would you treat me like this after my amazing treatment?”

Her ear was steaming red, that wretched man still dared to mention last night!

While she was drunk last night, it was not to the point that she could not remember anything.

That wretched man took advantage of her drunken status and toyed with her in various ways.

Or else why would she feel as terrible as she was right then.

Clarence got closer to her, placed the pillow on the bed and asked, “Fine, I was wrong, go and get some more sleep.”

“Go sleep yourself.”

Stella ripped the blanket away. When her feet touched the ground, her legs were still shivering.

Clarence helped her stand up, held back his laugh and said, “I’ll watch myself next time.”

“In your goddamn dreams! There will be no next time!”

Stella pushed his hands away forcefully and walked into the bathroom.

As Clarence looked at her back, he put his hand in his pants pocket and smirked, clearly satisfied.

Stella was still in a lot of pain, so she stayed in the bathtub for a while.

When she got out of the tub, she felt a lot better.

Just as she was wondering what to wear, Clarence’s sound came from the other side of the door, “Your clothes are by the door.”

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore him.

Stella waited until he got away from the door before she went and grabbed the clothes.

These clothes were the correct size for her.

Stella took a deep breath and slowly put on her clothes.

She then went to the living room, and saw that Clarence was making a call on the balcony. There was some porridge on the table.

She rubbed her rumbling tummy, sat down and starting eating it.

After a while, Clarence had finished his call, sat down in front of her and asked, “Did the topic of the rematch come out?”

Stella gave him a weak “Uh huh”.

Clarence saw her depressed state and asked, “Is it difficult?”

“It’s not exactly difficult, I just hate it somewhat.”

Honestly, she did not expect to draw Modesty Parker’s work.

She could not tell if it was pure coincidence or just fate screwing with her.

Clarence raised his brows and asked, “Is this why you’re upset? And you’re angry and ignored me?”

As she heard that, she fell speechless.

That wretched man really knew how to get himself out of bad situations.

After swallowing a mouthful of porridge, she replied, “The topic for the rematch was only revealed yesterday, it has no relation with me ignoring you or not.”

Clarence licked his teeth, but did not press on with his question, as he was aware that she would not say anything to him anyway. He said, “I’ll send you there after you’ve finished eating.”

When Stella was ready to leave for work, it was already eleven in the morning. It took them thirty minutes to reach her workshop.

Before she left the car, Clarence said to her, “I have a meeting tonight, so I can’t come and fetch you. Remember to go home earlier, okay?”

“Okay.”

As she was about to open the door, she was pulled back by Clarence. He asked her with a dark expression, “Are you still mad at me?”