Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 582

Stella approached and touched his forehead. It was burning hot and both his hair and pillow were wet.

She frowned, 'He sleeps with his hair wet last night?'

Stella then opened up the curtains for some air and called, "Clarence, can you hear me? Wake up, I'll send you to the hospital."

He didn't reply but held her hand.

Stella couldn't struggle free from his grip, 'He is sick, where does his energy come from?' She thought.

His condition didn't allow her to send him to the hospital.

Stella reached for her mobile in her bag and called Nathan, "Clarence is having a high fever now, come and send him to the hospital if your meeting is done, I can't manage by myself."

Nathan lowered his voice, "I need to stay till night here, I will send Mr. Conrad's doctor over, in the meantime, please take good care of him."

Nathan ended the call right away, leaving no room for Stella to reject.

Stella was at loss for words.

Since when did she agree to take care of him?

She let out a long sigh, set her mobile aside, took out some tissues in her bag, and began wiping off the sweats on his forehead, mumbling, "Of course you will get a fever sleeping with wet hair like this."

She then put her hands under the blanket once she finished wiping his sweats.

Indeed, his clothes and bedsheet were wet by his sweats too.

Stella called him once again, "Clarence, can you wake up? Go to rest on the sofa while I change your bedsheet."

Clarence's eyebrows moved and slowly opened his eyes.

Stella waved her hand before his eyes, "Can you hear me?"

Clarence opened his lips and asked in a husky voice, "Why are you here?"

Stella remained calm and used his favorite excuse, "Passing by."

She continued after a pause, "The doctor will be here soon, go to the sofa while I…"

"I'm too weak." Clarence closed his eyes again.

"I'm giving you a hand here, come on, move, don't just lie there."

Stella tried pulling him up with both hands, 'Never thought that this wretched man is so heavy.'

When she was pulling him in full force, he suddenly pulled back and Stella, who wasn't prepared, was pulled forward and fell onto his chest.

She wanted to get up but Clarence pushed her down with his hands on her waist, pressing her body against his.

Stella clenched her teeth, "Didn't you say you are weak?"

"It doesn't need much energy doing this."

"Let go of me," Stella said.

"I'm sick, be merciful."

"You do realize you are sick, so behave."

Clarence opened his eyes slowly and met her gaze, "I'm afraid you will go away if I let go."

Stella was speechless. There was no need to act pitiful.

She sighed lightly, "I'm not going away, I just want to change your bedsheet. Stay still if you are too weak to move, I will have Nathan over to…"

Stella felt the arms on her waist were gone soon as she finished.

She then sat up straight. What happened just now made her sweat and tired.

Clarence sat up and bent his legs slowly, "I'm dizzy," he said softly.

"There is nothing I can do," Stella said.

She then turned to get changing bedsheet but Clarence grabbed her hand again.

"You promise you won't go away."