Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 448

Chapter 448 

Silly lady! Such a birthday gift was better than giving something tangible or practical. 

“Fia, go to sleep first.” 

“What are you going to do?” Fia felt hollow. 

Conrad tapped her face lightly. “Make the most of my time and complete your design draft. After a night, 

it would affect my current feeling.” Fia’s expression was a little dazed. “You’ll supplement it yourself?” 

“Yes!” 

She frowned. “Today is your birthday. Isn’t it too hard like this?” 

She felt guilty. If her eyes were fine, she could directly draw it out for him. 

“It’s not too hard. I’m very happy.” 

Fia did not stop him. She laid on the bed, listening to the rustling that came from nearby. 

In order to be close to her, Conrad did not go to the study and merely sat in front of her dressing table, taking a pencil and paper to start work. 

Her details and inspiration were written in detail and his mind automatically came up with a completed blueprint. Following the contours she drew, he was extremely energetic when he drew, and fast too. 

Fia slowly fell asleep to the rustling of the pencil and paper. 

When it was almost two, Conrad had completed five luxurious and cool designs. 

He took a photo and kept it properly, and turned his head back to look at the little lady who was sleeping. 

When her eyes recovered, he would give her the design drafts and products together for her to see them. 

After washing his hands, he tiptoed into the bed, carefully hugging her, fearful of waking her. 

Half awake, Fia cuddled into his embrace and muttered, “Don’t be anxious. When my eyes have recovered, we can supplement everything well.” 

She was worried that he would not be able to keep up with her inspiration and would start to doubt 

himself. 

Conrad kissed her forehead. “Sleep. It’s fine.” 

“Alright.” Fia found a comfortable position in his embrace and went to sleep peacefully. 

“Son, son!” Early in the morning, someone came to disturb their dreams. 

Conrad looked at the little lady in his arms, got up, and lifted a corner of his curtains. 

Seeing the person outside the courtyard, he frowned. 

Beryl had a huge trumpet in her hand as she called out loudly. Mrs. Whitley was advising her to be softer through the iron fence gate while getting pointed at and scolded. 

Conrad put down the soundproof curtains and quickly went downstairs to the courtyard. 

“Conrad, I miss you.” 

Beryl threw away the trumpet as she slapped the iron fence gate. 

“Your new mard is really too much. She didn’t even let me, your mother, enter!” 

Mrs. Whitley looked tangled as she said softly, “Master Maxwell, I remember your orders and did not dare to simply let outsiders in 

“How am I an outsider? I’m his mother! You must be blind!” 

“It is my order!” Conrad spoke sternly as he looked at his mother coldly. “You can call me and tell me over the phone if you have anything to discuss.” 

“Today is your birthday. I really miss you. Let me enter and accompany you on your birthday, alright?”