Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 943: Are You Really Not Leaving?

Stella's eyes curved into a crescent moon as she hugged his neck. She raised her head and pressed it
against his thin lips, her breath gentle. "Happy New Year."

Clarence's pupils reflected the colorful fireworks outside the window. He stared at her, his gaze
gradually burning.

It was impossible for Stella not to know what he meant.

She pushed him and whispered, "Hey, your injury hasn't healed yet. What are you thinking about..."

Before Stella could finish her words, her lips were sealed.

Clarence stroked the back of her neck with his palm, his lips and tongue encroaching on her.

When they reached the bedroom, Clarence placed her on the bed and rubbed his nose against hers. "I
calculated the time. It has been three months."

Stella was speechless.

His mind was all about these messy things. It would be strange if he could rest well.

"The doctor said no."

Clarence's eyebrows moved slightly as if he wanted to say something.

Stella looked at him, afraid that he would say, 'I asked Archer, and he said yes.'

She quickly swept her eyes down. "Mr. Conrad, do you think you can do it?"

He had even got shot in the leg.

Clarence lowered his voice a little. "Let's give it a try."



Stella snapped, "Yeah right!"

Between the two of them, one was a pregnant woman, and the other got injured.

How could he have thought of that?

Just as Stella was about to get up, Clarence grabbed her wrist and pushed her back. "Be reasonable.
How long do you think I can endure after you treated me like that in the hospital?"

"You deserve it."

Hearing this, Clarence's tone softened a little. "Yes, I deserve it. But since you have forgiven me,
shouldn't you compensate me a little?"

He was impossible, wasn't he?

This person could make sense of anything.

Clarence's fingers slowly clasped her hands, playing them one by one. His gaze immediately met hers,
and his eyebrows moved slightly. His intentions were obvious.

"I don't want it," Stella refused.

She thought that Clarence would not let her go just like that, but a few seconds later, he fell sideways
on the bed.

Just when Stella thought that he was sinking into anger, he said in a muffled voice, "There are at most
five months left."

Stella remembered Clarence had said last time that she would have a C-section in seven months' time.

So had he taken into account the time she would spend on confinement?



She couldn't help but feel that it was a little funny.

She moved. "Then go to sleep. I'm going back."

Clarence murmured in a low voice.

Stella walked to the bedroom door and turned to look at the person lying on the bed. The corners of her
lips pressed down.

Clarence sat up and was about to take a shower when he noticed her gaze.

"Not leaving?" Clarence asked.

Stella asked, "What are you doing?"

The tip of Clarence's tongue pressed against his teeth, and his left hand propped up on the bed. His
eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you think?"

Stella did not speak. Instead of pulling the door back, she slowly closed it.

"Are you really not leaving?"

"Cut the crap."

Stella walked in front of him, lowered her head, kissed him, and knelt down beside him.

Clarence's pupils shrank. Taking advantage of the time when Stella was taking a breath, he said,

"Again? If you continue like this, I really..."

Stella ignored him and kissed his lips again. Her hand also went down and pulled his shirt out of his
pants.



She rarely took the initiative.

It had almost always been Clarence.

The temperature in the bedroom gradually rose. Clarence put his hand on her waist and was very
willing to cooperate with her every step.

But when Stella's lips left his lips and slowly went down, his smiling eyes became dark and deep.

Sensing her intentions, he grabbed her shoulder and said in a low voice, "No need."

Even when she was first pregnant, Clarence had never made such a request.

Stella raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were wet and her face was slightly red. She had
probably never done such a thing before and she had taken the initiative. She had already been
embarrassed, but she was suddenly stopped by him. She did not know whether to advance or retreat.

Clarence leaned over and kissed her lips. After kissing her gently for a while, he released her.

"Alright, go to sleep."

This time, it was Stella's turn to hold his arm. Her beautiful eyes were wet and she looked at him
without a word.

As she lowered her head again, Clarence's Adam's apple rolled violently, and every inch of his muscles
tensed up. The hand that was placed on the bed was also clenched into a fist. The suppressed
breathing was especially clear in the empty bedroom.

She really could take his life.

After an unknown period of time, everything quieted down.



Stella choked and coughed a few times. Clarence quickly pulled out a piece of paper to wipe the
corners of her mouth and pursed his lips. "I'll get you some water."

She felt a burning pain in her throat and a fishy smell. She didn't even have the strength to speak.

Soon, Clarence came back after pouring the water. Stella took it and went to the bathroom to rinse her
mouth.

Because the discomfort in her throat had always existed, she wanted to vomit. She retched several
times, but she didn't vomit.

Clarence stood beside her and gently patted her back. "Do you want to eat sour food? I'll go buy it for
you."

Stella wanted to roll her eyes.

She turned her head and glared at him. Her voice was a little hoarse. "Your fault!"

Clarence did not refute and gladly accepted her accusation.

After a while, when she finished rinsing her mouth, he said again, "Are you feeling better?"

Stella muttered softly, "Alright, alright. You can leave now. I want to take a shower."

"Together."

"Get out."

Clarence was silent for two seconds. For the first time, he agreed to her request. "Okay."



Stella couldn't help but secretly let out a "tsk" sound. As expected, a man was willing to do anything for
you after he was satisfied.

After the bathroom door was closed, Stella turned on the shower and let out a light breath.

She had not had any other choice. The atmosphere had been pushed to that extent. If she had
retreated, that dog man Clarence might use it against her from time to time in the future.

Who knew what he could say.

Stella was already quite tired, so she did not wash her hair. She simply took a shower and went out.

In the bedroom, Clarence had already cleaned up the mess and changed into a new set of clothes.

When he saw Stella come out, he said, "I heated up a glass of milk for you. It's ready now."

"Oh." Stella walked to the bedside table and picked up the glass of milk.

After drinking it, she suddenly remembered that the refrigerator here should have been empty. Where
had he gotten the milk?

Stella turned her head and was a little confused.

Clarence sensed her confusion and said, "I went over to get it."

"What?" Stella asked.

Had he been to the next door at this time?

Clarence said calmly, "I told Mom that you would sleep here."


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