Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 412: You are Quite Informative

“Why do you feel compelled to oppose Emmett?” After they were out of the room, Stella grumbled while
frowning.

“Why didn’t you ask him why is he still cares about you?” Clarence responded by putting his hand in his
pocket.

“It was... a long time ago.”

“Long time ago but why is he here today?”

Stella opened her mouth but was unable to respond quickly. “It's only a meal, and we're not alone,” she
said softly as she understood why Emmett was here.

Clarence's lips lifted as he saw her respond. He leaned in towards her with his face tightened.

“What exactly do you want?” Stella inquired.

Clarence gazed at her lips with his head tilted slightly.

Stella took a glance around and said softly, "It's crowded here, can you wait until we get home?"

“Then send Emmett home.”

What a wretched man, Stella bit her lips.

She quickly kissed his cheek while no one was noticing and asked, "Satisfied?"

“Okay.” He stood up straight.

Stella sighed and noticed the waiter approaching them with the menu.



“Remember what you promised,” she pulled Clarence aside on the walk back to the room after placing
the order.

“What did I say?”

“Do not oppose Emmett,” Stella clenched her teeth.

“Did I just say that?” Clarence teased.

Stella inhaled deeply and said, "Let me send you downstairs now. Nathan is not too far away, he could
still turn back and fetch you home.”

Clarence returned quietly.

In comparison to earlier, the atmosphere in the room had become more tranquil when they returned.

Sherry tried her best to keep the mood lively as Daniel was the one that caused all this. She tried to
make the awkwardness less obvious.

This dinner was exhausting for her.

As she turned, she noticed Daniel beaming at her.

She, on the other hand, gave him a stern look.

He was personally accountable for all of this!

Daniel sniffed something and let out a cough before refilling her empty glass.

Meanwhile, Emmett's phone rang. He took it out and had a look, “Sorry folks, important call from the
office, I should leave now,” he rose and said.



When he departed, the peace returned.

Daniel broke the ice by saying, "Ms. Radomil, congratulations on your singing the brand counter
contract with the fashion week today."

Stella smiled and said, "Thank you."

“You are quite informative,” Clarence said, resting his arm on Stella's chair.

Knowing it was a trap set by Clarence, Daniel gazed at Sherry lovingly and said, "Sherry told me."

Sherry, who was sipping water, choked as he glanced at her. As she set down her drink, she coughed
incessantly.

Daniel gently massaged her back and whispered, "Drink slowly."

Sherry's cough became worse.

Not only did Clarence frown seeing that, but the other people's faces changed as well.

Sherry simply wanted to hide under the table right now. There was no need to put on a show for them
because they were all buddies. Did he become hooked to showcasing himself?

Winnie's phone on the table vibrated at this point, she looked at it and began gathering her stuff,
saying, "I need to go too, enjoy."

Channing looked down at her phone and frowned, recalling the man who had answered the phone last
time.

Stella gave him a kick under the table urging him to send her.

Channing, on the other hand, didn't move an inch.



She kicked again while pretending to grab her drink.

Clarence removed the glass from her grasp and stated slowly, "That was me you kicked."

Stella was the one who wanted to hide under the table now.

Winnie hadn't noticed anything. She collected her bags, stood up and said, "Mr. Conrad, Stella,
goodbye." As she walked out, she waved to Sherry and Daniel.

Channing sat there watching her back. He wanted to say something but Clarence interrupted, "What
are you waiting for? An invitation?”

Channing hesitated for a few seconds before storming out.

Stella, “?”

After a little while, "How... did you know?" Stella inquired.

“Anyone with a pair of eyes could tell,” Clarence responded.

Sherry, perplexed, leaned over and inquired, "Tell what?"

Stella laughed, "Nothing, let's eat."

Someone was able to see but couldn't tell.

After dinner, Sherry left to give Stella and Clarence some privacy, and Daniel followed her.

Stella looked at her mobile and realized it was still early in the day and said, "Mr. Conrad, do you need
to get back to work?"

“Want to go on a date with me?” Clarence teased.



“Nah… forget about it.”

“Let's go somewhere,” Clarence said, taking her hand in his.

“It's not somewhere that requires a helicopter flight, is it?

“If you wish, we could.”

The destination was barely ten minutes away; if they were flying, they would arrive immediately after
takeoff.

In the mall, Stella realized why he brought her here after seeing Clarence walked over to the mall's
children's playground.

She came to an abrupt halt.

"What happened?" Clarence turned and inquired, noticing Stella's didn't keep up.

“Let's go back,” she said.

“Why?”

“It's not very polite to keep interfering with their lives in this way,” she moaned after a deep breath.

“What makes you think that?” Clarence inquired once again.

Stella remained still as she gazed at the floor.

She liked the kid and had told Clarence that she wanted to meet him; in the meanwhile, she was
curious about her unusual feelings for him, but the reality was, it was all her dream.

There was no longer any need to visit them.



“You overthink again,” Clarence said as he patted her on the brow. “Why is there so much weird
thinking going on in your head? We only see them on occasion and do not go to their homes; it is not
as bad as you believe.”

“No, I don't enjoy being disliked. Maybe you're fine, but I'm shy.”

Clarence closed his eyes and placed the tip of his tongue on his teeth. “Are you certain?”

“Yes.” She said sternly.

“All right,” Clarence said as he turned around, “This is the last time you'll see him, I warned
you.”

“You overthink again,” Clarence said as he patted her on the brow. “Why is there so much weird
thinking going on in your head? We only see them on occasion and do not go to their homes; it is not
as bad as you believe.”

“No, | don't enjoy being disliked. Maybe you're fine, but I'm shy.”
Clarence closed his eyes and placed the tip of his tongue on his teeth. “Are you certain?”
“Yes.” She said sternly.

“All right,” Clarence said as he turned around, “This is the last time you'll see him, | warned

you.



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