Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 511

Clarence wasn’t at home when Stella went back.

She fished out her phone and saw that Clarence had sent her a message an hour ago, saying that something came up at the company and he probably wouldn’t be back tonight.

Stella replied with a few words, saying that she had reached home. She then put her things down and slumped into the sofa.

Not long after, Clarence called, whispering, “Have you had dinner yet”

“I ate at Sherry’s home.”

Clarence added, “Get some rest, no need to wait for me.”

Stella paused, “Is… something wrong”

“There’s a little problem with the project in London, but it’s not a big deal.”

Stella said, “I’ll let you go.”

After hanging up the phone, Stella lay on the sofa for a while before getting up and going to the bathroom.

Stella came out of the bathroom an hour later.

She lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, it was as if she could hear the cries of the children.

Perhaps it was because God felt that she couldn’t even protect the two children given to her well and reclaimed her right to be a mother.

In fact, before Stella’s first pregnancy, she didn’t like children that much.

It was just that when a new life began to gestate in the womb, gradually gaining its consciousness and thoughts, and could even feel him moving in the womb, that wonderful feeling of kinship would unconsciously amplify one’s senses.

It would also anticipate the arrival of the little one immensely.

Stella dazed until the latter part of the night when she got a little bit of sleep.

Not long after she fell asleep, she heard a subtle movement from the bedroom.

Stella opened her eyes in a daze and saw Clarence walking towards the cloakroom.

In a trance, she thought she was dreaming.

Clarence had just taken out his suitcase when a tired female voice came from behind him, “Where are you going”

He turned around and saw that Stella was wearing a nightgown, looking tired.

Clarence walked over and took her in his arms, saying slowly, “The situation there is a bit complicated and I need to go over there.”

“To London”

“Yes.”

Stella added, “So how many days are you going to be there”

“I’m not sure. A week if it’s quick.”

Stella got out of his arms, “I’ll pack your bags.”

Clarence held her wrist as she took a step, “I’ll do it. You get some sleep.”

Stella yawned and walked forward, “You once called me in the middle of the night to ask me to pack your luggage, and now you’re being polite.”

Clarence curled his lips, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder, “It was different then.”

“What was different”

“It was just an excuse for wanting to see you at that time.”

Stella couldn’t help but tut-tut, rummaging through the wardrobe for clothes, “I didn’t think it as an excuse, but rather a capitalist’s ruthless oppression and exploitation.”

Clarence raised his eyebrows, “Will you even come back if I wasn’t being ruthless”

He kept holding her, and Stella couldn’t pack his things. She lifted her shoulders, “Let go of me.”

“No.”

Stella was puzzled.

Clarence nibbled her ear sideways, “I’ll be there for at least a week. Don’t you miss me”

Stella said, “You haven’t left yet. Why missing you”