Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 936

Dolores put a bib on Noah and said, "Doctor said that he was getting better."



Stella turned to Sherry, who nodded at her.



"Did the doctor say when he would wake up?"



Seeing that Sherry was awkward, Dolores said, "He will wake up one day. Sooner or later. Just let him
get more rest."



After saying that, she reminded Stella, "The soup is getting cold."



Stella answered lightly and finished it.



Sherry sighed a long breath of relief, standing aside.



Fortunately, Dolores was sophisticated.





It seemed that tempers and characters were genetic, more or less.



It was Noah's nap time after lunch.



Lying down beside Stella, he raised his little butt and clutched her fingers, sleeping soundly.



Stella gazed at him with full of tenderness in her eyes.



This day, which she had been waiting, finally came.



Stella told Dolores to leave with Noah in the evening. Worrying about Stella, Sherry wanted to stay but
got refused. "I feel better. No worries. I won't go out. Go back and have a rest."



Sherry looked haggard for taking care of Stella these days.



She struggled, and Stella added, "I can ring the nurse if something happens here. Come to me
tomorrow."





"Okay. Don't restrain yourself. Call the nurses when you feel unwell."



"I will."



Sherry prepared everything Stella would need well in a handy place.



The ward was quiet after the door closed.



Stella leaned against the bed head, looking out in a daze.



The night came in tranquillity.



She lifted the quilt, went to the washroom, and then went out slowly.



Standing outside the beside ward, she felt heartbroken seeing the man on the bed through the window
in the door.





She opened the door and stepped in.



Clarence breathed lightly with his handsome face looking pale. He was thinner than before in a more
detailed profile.



Stella walked over, held his hands, and dissolved into crying. "It's been three days.



Why don't you wake up? didn't you tell me you'd be okay?"

No one answered.

She put his hands on her face, choking. "They don't tell me how serious your condition is, but how
could I not know? I saw you blooding a lot. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw you kept blooding. I
really..."

She was too sobbing to finish her words.

Clarence was always unruffled in her memory.

She was used to his sharp tongue and his hidden tenderness. Although he always acted disdainfully,
he would eventually deal with all her troubles.

The past showed again in her mind. She wiped her tears and said, "I will give birth to the baby. If you
are still faint, I will let mom bring up the baby, and I will accompany you to death."

After a long and scattered tell, Stella fell asleep at the edge of the bed.



Clarence gradually opened his eyes and tried to touch Stella's head after a long time, saying in a vague
and hoarse tone. "I haven't seen you in a wedding dress. How can I let you die with me?"

Stella saw the familiar eyes when she woke up the following day.

She was astonished, staring at Clarence for a while, wondering it was a dream or reality. Until he
greeted in a low voice, "Morning."

Like every usual morning before.

Stella immediately sat up, panicked and surprised. "Am I dreaming? You are awake. Where is
the doctor? I wiil call the doctor."

Clarence smiled and grabbed her wrist. "I'm fine. The doctor has come and checked."
Stella looked at him blankly, pinching his waist in hesitation eventually.

He snorted, complainina painfully in a lower voice.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Pouncing to him, Stella cried and laughed. "I want to know if I am dreaming."

Clarence hugged her waist and patted her back lightly. "I'm real. No worries."

Stella calmed down after a while and pushed him away hard. "Okay. I can go now that you wake up."
Clarence was confused.

Women were fickle.

He grasped her wrest while she was going to leave.



He coaxed in an aggrieved tone. "I thought you weren't mad at me anymore."

Stella replied without any expression. "I was not mad. Too angry is unhealthy. What if I die
from my fury?"

She got rid of his hand and left while she said.

He wanted to chase her, but his wound hurt when he lifted the quilt.

Sensing it, Stella turned and frowned. "Don't do much useless ado. Just lie down, okay?" Clarence
rubbed the gash on his right arm, looking at her. "I have to coax you. You are mad."
"Don't be sillv. I won't foraive vou.

I will go to Emmett when you die."

"Didn't you say you will accompany me?" Clarence chuckled.

Stella startled. She didn't expect that he heard what she said the previous night.

She took a breath. "You heard wrong. I didn't say that. I said..."

Stella didn't want to finish her words.

She threatened, "You'd better stay here until discharge. Don't appear around me. I don't want to see
you."

After that, she left with the door slammed hard.

Clarence leaned back on the bed head, regretting waking up.

Archer pushed the door and scoffed within two minutes, "Did the bomb explode? I felt a burst of anger
from afar."



"What about giving me another shot?"

"I won't. Just stay and have a good rest. Her anger will fade away when you recover."
Clarence snorted. "That's why you have no girlfriend."

Archer was speechless.

Was it relevant?

Clarence continued. "Give you a free lesson. You can't wait for girls to calm themselves down, or else
vou will lose them.


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