Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 459: Does It Make Difference Even If I Tell Him?

After returning to the apartment, Stella took the bags from Clarence, put them on the counter, took out
the things, and put them into the refrigerator one by one.

Upon seeing this, Clarence licked his thin lips, put his hand on her shoulder, and turned her around to
face himself, "Didn't we agree on it? What’s the matter with you?"

Stella said, "I didn’t go back on my words. I just think that living here is not bad, and I will move back
several days later. By the way... I always think the decoration of Starry Lake Mansion is a bit indifferent
and monotonous. Let’s take this opportunity to redecorate it. When it’s all redecorated, it’s just right for
us to move back."

Clarence secretly frowned slightly pressed his lips together.

Stella blinked and looked at him innocently, "What's the matter. Aren’t you unhappy that I will live here?
If that’s the case, I will move out. Sherry asked me to live with her the day before yesterday.”

Clarence, “..."

Whom did she learn this sharp tone from?

After a while, Clarence said, "No."

Stella snorted and continued, "Or, is it because there is something you don't want me to know about
this place, so you are so anxious that you want me to move back to Starry Lake Mansion?"

Clarence let go of her, "Am I anxious?"

"Looks very anxious."



"You are wrong." Clarence said lightly, "I have time these few days, so I can accompany you to the
hospital to have an examination of your eyes."

Oh, what a wretched man.

Stella drove him out of the kitchen, and it took almost half an hour to put all the things into the
refrigerator.

As soon as she went out, Clarence's voice came, "What style do you want for the redecoration?"

Stella was stunned. She realized that he was talking about what she mentioned just now – to
redecorate the Starry Lake Mansion, but that was an excuse she casually mentioned. As a matter of
fact, she didn’t really intend to do so.

After a short while of silence, she said, "It's okay as long as it’s different from the original decoration."

Clarence hummed and said slowly, "Tomorrow I will let the designers go to the studio to find you."

Stella hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are we really going to redecorate it?"

"Otherwise?" Clarence looked up at her. "Could it be that you think I'm just joking with you?"

Stella chuckled awkwardly, turned around and entered the kitchen again, "I'm going to cook."

They cooked two dishes and one soup for dinner, which was just appropriate for them.

Halfway through the meal, Stella suddenly said, "Mr. Conrad."

Hearing this address, Clarence's tongue touched his teeth. She hadn't called him with this address for
a long time.

He had a foreboding.



However, Stella did not expect him to respond, and continued to ask without pause, "Do you think
today’s fish soup is fresh?"

Clarence slightly moved his thin lips and uttered a word, “Yes."

Stella nodded, "I also think it's very fresh. By the way, I met Amanda in the supermarket today, but she
doesn’t in the vicinity. She came all the way for these fishes, so I bought two of them too. It really tastes
good."

Clarence picked up the soup spoon and filled her bowl with the soup, "If that's the case, you should
drink more."

Immediately afterwards, Clarence put all the eyes of the two fishes into her bowl, "These will nurture
your eyes."

Stella, "..."

In this invisible battle, she still lost.

While sleeping, Stella kept her back to Clarence. No matter what he did, she remained indifferent and
ignored him.

Clarence said, "What happened to you today, did I offend you?"

Stella closed her eyes, "No, leave me alone. I feel annoyed."

"What thing annoys you?"

"All the things."

‘I felt even annoyed when seeing you.’ Stella added in her heart.



Clarence wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her over to face himself, "Premenstrual
syndrome again?"

Stella randomly grumbled an answer. If he wanted to think so, just think so.

Clarence kept down his voice, “I remember you period just finished ten days ago, right?"

Stella, “..."

Stella turned her back to him again, “Have you never seen premenstrual syndrome twenty days in
advance?"

"I witness it on you now."

Stella closed her eyes, not wanting to speak.

After a while, Clarence's voice came again, “Why on earth are you unhappy?"

"What's the point of saying it?"

"How can you know it's useless if you don't tell me?"

In the darkness, Stella opened her eyes and looked towards the transparent white window gauze. She
moved her lips, but in the end she didn’t say anything.

Even if she asked him now, Clarence still wouldn’t tell her the truth. He would just find a new reason.

She had been too impulsive a few times before, so that she was always fooled by him effortlessly.

Now that she had sufficient evidence this time, she must calm down a bit so that he wouldn’t notice that
she had already begun to doubt, otherwise; he would try to dispel her guess through other means.



And now she was completely sure that the person she saw downstairs in the community that night
some time ago was Amanda.

If Clarence didn’t keep something a secret from her, how would he always avoid this matter?

It would be too far-fetched to use coincidences every time to explain all these things.

Thinking of this, the possibility that was suppressed by her before resurfaced, occupying her mind bit
by bit.

Stella couldn't sleep at all.

She simply sat up and walked out with her pillow.

Clarence, “?"

He muttered, "Where are you going?"

"It's hot. I'll go to the sofa to sleep."

After Stella finished speaking, she didn't stay anymore and went straight out of the bedroom. Then
there came the sound of the door closed.

Clarence sat up, slightly bent one long leg, his head lowered slightly. It was hard to read his emotions
from his face.

In the living room, Stella hugged her pillow, lay on the sofa and looked at the front aimlessly, seeming
to be pondering something.

After a long time, the door of the bedroom was opened.



When hearing the footsteps, Stella quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be sleeping.

After a while, a quilt gently covered her body. At the next moment, a warm kiss from a man fell on her
forehead.

Stella's eyelashes fluttered, yet she still didn’t move.

Clarence just sat on the carpet and didn't seem to want to leave.

The whole room was very quiet, and they could only occasionally hear the sound of wind blowing.

As time passed, Stella fell asleep unconsciously.

Hearing her breathing gradually become even, Clarence pulled himself together and fixed his black
eyes on her.

After Amanda left the mall, Maxwell called him and told him that they met Stella there.

He originally thought that Stella would ask him directly when she came back. Although she concern
about this matter, she inadvertently exuded a sharp aura.

She had already begun to doubt it, and this time, she was more certain than any time before.

He couldn't find any better excuse to lie to her.

Clarence held up her hand and said in a low voice, “Can you give me some more time? Wait until I get
everything done."


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