Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663 

Conrad led Fia out of the company before turning and looking at her. 

“Why do you keep on staring at me?” 

Fia lowered her head and mumbled, “I realize that you’re a mystery to me right now. There are too many sides of you that I don’t know.” 

“You’re scared of me?” 

“No, just not in a good mood.” 

“Why aren’t you in a good mood?” Conrad led Fia to the roadside, waiting for the pedestrian light to turn green. 

“I feel like not everything’s in my control, so I’m not in a good mood.” 

“Fia, you want to seduce me?” 

“Of course not!” She simply wanted to know more about him. Wished that he didn’t hide that many secrets from her. 

The light turned green. Conrad held Fia’s hand tightly as they crossed the road, making sure that she was by his side. 

“The reason that I didn’t show you everything I have is because I want you to be curious about me forever, so that you won’t feel bored.” 

“That’s so unfair. To you, I’m like an open book!” Fia felt unhappy. 

Conrad frowned. After they crossed the road, he pulled her so that she would be standing right in front of him. He looked at her sincerely. 

“You’re not an open book to me. We’ve been married for three years… But I’ve never really learned about you. Only in the past few months did I know that you’ve hidden yourself, and I almost lost you.” 

Fia’s eyes trembled. She didn’t know if it was because of the sincerity in those words despite the crowd, but she was so touched that she wanted to cry. 

Conrad held her fingers and said, “You know everything that you could about my past. Those that you couldn’t… It’s because I’m afraid that you’ll fear me if you find out.” 

The days that she didn’t know about were filled with blood and carnage. 

He lived like a wolf fighting for that one ray of hope. 

He wished that Fia would never know about the experiences he had in the Hellish Training Camp. 

“Why would I be afraid of you?” Fia said with her eyes red. “We’re husband and wife.” 

“Fia…” Conrad patted her head. “When I become someone like this, my hands are no longer clean.” 

Fia frowned. “Fine, I won’t ask you. I’ll wait for the day that you’re willing to tell me everything.” 

Conrad smiled. He didn’t object to it, nor did he promise her. He simply led her to a high-class Western restaurant nearby. 

“Welcome.” The usher at the door bowed as he opened the door for them. 

Fia nodded at the usher and thanked him, holding Conrad’s arm tightly. 

Conrad led her to the second floor and chose a table next to the French window. 

He then put the menu in front of her. “What do you want to eat?” 

Fia had taken a look and chose two dishes that were suitable for him. 

Conrad’s eyes became gentle instantly and didn’t want to move his eyes away from her face. 

“We’ll get another pigeon soup too!” Fia raised her eyes and looked at him, and the first thing she saw was the gentleness in his eyes. She was captivated. 

Conrad snapped his fingers at the waiter next to them and said, “Do as my wife ordered.” 

“Alright.” The waiter wrote down the order and then respectfully asked, “Any wine for you today, sir and 

madam?” 

“Nope!” Fia said as she regained her composure. “Orange juice will be fine.” 

“Of course.”