Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 340: How High Is the Possibility?

After eating, Stella felt so cozy, which she hadn’t felt so in the past few days.

Seeing that, Clarence asked, “Didn’t the Steward family feed you?”

Stella nestled on the sofa, “I don’t want to have meals with them at the same table. Otherwise, I’m
afraid I would get the stomachache.”

In the past few days since she moved into the Steward’s, she basically had breakfast in the studio and
went back after dinner.

She felt quite uncomfortable when staying with them in the same house, let alone having meals with
them.

It would be worse than putting to death by dismembering the body.

Thinking of that, Stella said, “I love Alisa’s cooking so much. It’s far better than the takeout.”

Clarence said indifferently, “When you moved back, you can eat her dishes every day.”

Stella coughed, knowing what was in the wretched man’s mind. She didn’t follow the same topic.
Instead, she said, “By the way, Charles Steward took me to the cemetery today, asking me to worship
his late wife...”

“Did you worship her?”

“Nope. Guess whom I met there.”

Clarence asked, “Who?”

Stella answered, “William. What a coincidence. His friend’s graveyard was there as well.”



Clarence echoed casually, “That’s a coincidence truly.”

“I feel that William looks as if he has a lot of secrets.” Stella thought for a moment and then continued,
“Since he is a businessman, he should know the current status of Steward Group clearly. But he chose
to cooperate with Steward Group at this moment. I guess either he wanted to work with them for the
time being to enlarge his company’s market, making Steward Group his stepping stone, or...”

Clarence’s eyes were darkened. Gazing at her, he asked, “Or what?”

Stella shook her head, “Nothing.”

She just had an idea suddenly - William also targeted Charles Steward.

For some reason, she also sensed that he might have something to do with Daniel.

However, the next second, she felt her thoughts way too ridiculous.

When she was lost in thought, Clarence flicked her forehead with his fingers, “Have you done your job?
Why are you worried about others?”

Stella rubbed her forehead, looking at him unhappily. Then she wanted to send him away, “You should
go home!”

Clarence asked, “Do you still want to continue with your draft?”

“Of course. Haven’t I told you before? When I have the inspiration, usually I won’t sleep at night...”

“Is your inspiration more important than your health?”

Before Stella could retort him, Clarence pulled her into his arms.

Pressing his chin on her head, he whispered, “Don’t move. Sleep with me for a while.”



She heard the unconcealed tiredness in his voice.

Stella pressed her lips and decide to go to bed.

She had finished drawing the draft anyway. It would be much easier for her to do the end-product draft.

Probably she was full, Stella felt sleepy at this moment as well. She yawned and slowly closed her
eyes.

Before she almost fell asleep, Clarence’s voice rang out again, “If you are free in recent two days, you
can tentatively ask Charles Steward about one thing.”

Stella thought that he wanted to ask her to do something important, so she sobered up immediately,
“What is it?”

Clarence continued slowly, “How high the possibility would be if I moved in the Steward’s and stayed
with you.”

Stella was speechless.

She wished that she could open the wretched man’s skull to see what was in there.

Pushing away Clarence, she said crossly, “I believe the possibility that you’ll be beaten to death is
pretty high. Mr. Conrad, if you don’t believe it, just try it.”

“So miserable?”

“Or what? Mr. Conrad, do you expect that Charles Steward will invite you to move in through a
ceremony?”

Clarence looked at her with his black eyes, slightly raising his eyebrows, “When do you plan to let me
take you home through a ceremony?”



Stella was silent. He kept talking about something that she didn’t want to discuss with him.

She closed her eyes, “Just sleep.”

Finally, Clarence didn’t speak again.

In a daze, Stella felt that her waist was wrapped by him gently.

They slept rarely soundly.

...

The next morning, when Sherry arrived at the door of the studio, she saw the female employees were
waiting at the door. They hesitated but didn’t get in.

Sherry asked, “What happened? Didn’t you bring the key?”

As she spoke, she was about to walk in. A girl pulled her to stop and hinted at her to keep quiet. Then
she pointed towards the inside.

Sherry followed her finger and gaped. What a scene!

She coughed and sent the girls away, “It’s still early. You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? Go grab
something to eat. It’s all on me. You can eat whatever you want. Remember to bring me a takeout.”

After the girls were gone, Sherry immediately pulled out her cell phone to dial Stella’s number.

However, Stella had left her phone in the office and forgotten to take it out. Besides, she muted it last
night.

Sherry was so helpless, wondering how come they could sleep so soundly.



She stood in front of the window, knocking on the glass.

When Stella woke up, she felt her neck ached. If she had known it, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep
here.

When she looked up, she happened to meet Sherry’s enlightened eyes outside the window.

Stella was shocked.

After being startled for several seconds, suddenly she realized where she was. Immediately, she stood
up from the sofa.

Clarence was also woken up by her movement.

Sherry saw that they both were awake, so she went to a corner, waiting.

Hence, Stella wouldn’t feel too embarrassed.

After the chaotic morning, Clarence left the studio.

Noticing the girls’ ambiguous gazes, Stella felt so regretful.

However, much to her surprise, since she didn’t go home last night, Charles called her. He was
checking if she was doing all right.

As soon as she hung up the phone, Sherry, who just entered, couldn’t help but click her tongue, “I
didn’t expect he’s so good at putting on an act. No wonder he’s Phoebe Steward’s father.”

Stella curled up her lips slightly. She asked, “What’s up?”

Sherry put a pile of drafts in front of her, “These are all the samples for the small accessories of our
studio. Please check if there’s any problem. If not, I’ll send them to the factory for the production.”



Stella went through them, “There’s no problem. By the way, I also sent them a few customized drafts
over. They should have finished the production. Could you please bring them back as well?”

“Sure,” Sherry answered. Suddenly, she added, “I almost forgot. Daniel came to find you last night.”

Stella was confused, “Daniel? What did he say?”

Thinking about the scene last night, Sherry couldn’t help but curl her lips, “He said some messy things.
Then I told him where Phoebe Steward’s father had taken you to yesterday. He was extremely nervous
as if he was afraid that I don’t know that’s his future father-in-law.”

Stella realized that Daniel had known that Charles and she went out.

The thought that flashed through her mind last night appeared in her mind again.

Seeing that Stella was lost in thought, Sherry reached out and waved in front of her, “Stella, what are
you thinking about?”


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