Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 298

In the next evening, Daniel handed the invitation letter to the bidding to Stella.

Sitting in her bedroom, Stella put the invitation letter beside the pocket watch and slightly pressed her lips together.

She would like to call it a commercial alliance of the Steward Group than viewing it as a bidding. Probably the Steward family wanted to consolidate its status through this bidding. It was like that the Conrad family tried to make use of the Jason family to build its interpersonal connections before. Therefore, those invited to the bidding must be some big wits.

If she showed up in the bidding, Charles and Phoebe would definitely be unprepared to it.

However, this approach was too risky and Stella was still in a dilemma about whether to go or not.

After a long while, she took out her phone and made a phone call to Clarence.

His low and husky voice sounded from the other end of the phone soon, “Oh, we just separated. Do you miss me now?”

Stella, “…”

Before she could say something, Clarence continued, “I told you to move out of the house and live with me. Then it won’t be some troublesome.”

Stella replied after a long while, “Mr. Conrad, since you’ve gone to bed, let’s stop here.”

“I’ve woke up. Spill the beans. What’s the matter?”

Stella stammered, “I…”

She was suddenly lost for words.

Noticing her hesitation, Clarence said, “Don’t say it now. I will come to find you.”

“Er… It’s unnece…”

Before Stella could finish her words, she heard the busy tone in her phone.

Why was that wretched man so rash?

After ending the call, Stella came to the balcony for some fresh air. She was so fretful before, but now she magically calmed down.

Half an hour later, she received a call from Clarence. He said concisely, “Go downstairs.”

Stella rubbed her nose and then ran out of the room.

When she walked out of the lift, she saw Clarence walking towards her.

She asked, “How did you enter here?”

Clarence replied, “Don’t you think that it’s cold outside?”

Stella, “…”

She said hesitantly, “But… But you still can’t go upstairs. Sherry is sleeping.”

Clarence curled his lips into a smile, “I see. I won’t go upstairs.”

He held up Stella’s hand and sat down on a bench in the hall of the building.

Stella subconsciously looked around. When finding that no one was here, she finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Clarence put his arm on the back of the bench. He was amused, “Why are you so nervous?’

“I…”

Stella was suddenly lost for words. Maybe it was because she subconsciously didn’t want others to see them being together as she was afraid that they would comment on them.

But if she told Clarence her inner thought, he would definitely get angry.

She pondered for a long while, yet still didn’t know how to reply the question.

Never mind.

She replied, “Nothing.”

Clarence asked, “What did you want to tell me in the call just now.”

Stella slightly looked down when mentioning this topic and her expression became serious.

Clarence was not in a hurry. He waited silently.

Several minutes later, Stella replied slowly, “I think that my biological father probably have an intimate relationship with the Steward family. I want to find out the truth.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I plan go to the Steward family.”

Clarence knitted his brows, “How will you go there?”

Clarence said, “We can live in the hotel.”

His tone of voice sounded overbearing and strong, leaving no room for her to refuse it.

Before Stella could reply, she was pulled out of the building by Clarence.

When they arrived at the hotel, it was already two o’clock in the morning. Stella was so sleepy that she even couldn’t open her eyes. She gathered her coat together and lay down on the sofa, “I will sleep now. Good night, Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence looked towards her and his temples thumped, “Sleep on the bed.”

Stella refused it without hesitation, “No.”

She was very clear of his desire. If she slept on the bed, wasn’t it like sending a sheep to the mouth of a tiger?

Clarence didn’t say anything to her again directly carried her up from the sofa and walked to the bed.

He said, “You’re so narrow-minded. I’ve told you several times that I will not wait until now if I really want to do something to you.”

Stella retorted sulkily, “Isn’t it because you’re afraid that I will call the police?”

Clarence, “…”

He threw her onto the bed, unclasped the button on the collarband of his shirt with one hand, leaned forwards, put two hands beside her sides and squinted at her dangerously, “You can try it now to see whether I’m afraid of it or not.”

Stella was silent for several seconds and then decided to make a concession, “I’m sorry, forget my words.”

Clarence said, “It’s late.”

Stella twitched her mouth corners. As expected, this wretched man never let go of any opportunity to take advantage of her.

When she prepared to leave his arms, Clarence grabbed her tender fingers, “All right. I will not do anything. Have a sleep now.”

Stella was not convinced and asked, “Really?”

Clarence stared at her, “Not really.”

Stella, “…’

Clarence let go of her, stood up, and then slowly unclasped the buttons on his shirt under Stella’s gaze.

Stella’s ears got red and she felt thirsty. Without even taking off her coat, she wrapped herself into the quilt and turned over, “I will sleep now.”