Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 415

After the movie, it was half-past eleven.

Stella stated, "I need to go home now."

“I'll send you,” Clarence stated in low tones.

“Okay.”

Clarence stayed mute for the entire journey. The film seemed to have a profound effect on him.

Stella smiled as she rolled down the window, letting the chilly breeze brush her face.

After some time, when the car arrived at the Steward's residence, Stella unbuckled the belt and reached for the door.

She turned as soon as her hand was on the handle and said, "I'm going."

“Would you like me to send you in?” Clarence said slowly.

“... Forget about it,” and she got out of the car.

She came to a halt after a few steps and turned to face Clarence, who did not appear to be going.

Stella believed she heard someone using the lighter as she walked away.

Clarence was, in fact, smoking.

Clarence swiftly waved his palm in front of her, attempting to sweep away the smokes noticing she came back out of a sudden. “What made you turn around?”

Stella fixed her gaze on him, her hands resting on the window frame next to him.

Clarence was perplexed.

After seeing that movie, the way she looked at him felt odd. Being gazed at made him feel uneasy. Stella inquired, "Something troubling you?" when he tried to look away.

“What could trouble me?” Clarence defended himself.

“An internet test claimed that if a pair stares at each other for more than fifteen seconds, they will start kissing, but you were avoiding me, is anything troubling you?”

“Was that a hint?”

“Err…”

Her remark was cut short by a hand placed behind her neck and a set of lips with a slight cigarette smell pressed against hers; the kiss quickly became intense.

Clarence let her go when the cigarette bud almost burnt off. His fingers caressed the back of her neck as he asked, "Come back in and continue?"

Stella pushed him away, saying, "In your dream!"

“You were the one who started it.” Clarence gave a kind smile.

“I was only...” Stella gave up and stared at the cigarette box. “It should be me who is unhappy, not you.”

“I feel terrible for you,” he murmured as he took her hand in his.

“It was just a movie; why were you so serious?” Stella stated.

“Nothing. Sometimes I feel sorry for you.” Clarence elaborated.

“Sometimes?”

Was not it always the case?

Stella closed her mouth as she saw Clarence's stare.

She then drew her hands back, saying, "Don't waste your time here, I'm going in."

Clarence locked his gaze on her and drew her back down for another round of kisses. “You may go in now,” he said after a little moment.

“Quit smoking,” she said as she was about to walk away.

“All right," he answered.

Stella worried and stretched her hand, "Give it to me."

Clarence placed the lighter and cigarette box on her palm.