Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella took a sip out of the wine that Clarence gave him.

It was a glass of wine with a slightly sweet taste.

It was actually quite nice.

She could not help but recall the other time where that wretched man, Clarence, made her drank a boat

load of alcohol.

Stella put the wine glass down, looked at Clarence and said, “Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence replied with a deep voice, “Hmm?”

Stella continued, “That time, when you made me drank a lot of alcohol at the Twilight Club, was it you

who sent me back? Or was it Sherry?”

Clarence probably did not expect her to mention that, he smiled smugly and replied, “Take a wild

guess.”

Stella said with a snort, “I knew it, you must have had bad intentions for making me so drunk.”

That time was the drunkest Stella had even been in her entire life, she legitimately could not remember

anything when she woke up.

No wonder that wretched man would grasp any opportunities when he saw them.

She thought about that, and asked him again, “What did you do when I was passed out?”

That wretched man had made so many arrangements, he must had put a lot of effort into it, so why

would he stop at making Stella very drunk and just leave her be?

He must had done something horrifying.

Clarence replied while raising his eyebrows, “If I did anything to you, wouldn’t you at least feel

something?”

Stella was speechless.

His reasoning was not completely absurd after all.

She just could not bring herself to believe him.

After they finished the bottle of wine, Stella felt a little dizzy, as she leaned on Clarence’s shoulder and

looked at the surface of the sea. She felt finally felt some semblance of relief in a long time.

Many things happened these past few months, and every one of those things almost made her lose the

will to continue living.

Sometimes, she was not even sure if she made the right choice.

Before she divorced, she would never think that one day she will be sitting next to Clarence, with both

of them admiring the sea in silence.

That was just how bizarrely human lives work; they had to experience and then lose something, before

realizing that the ‘something’ that they lost was what they really wanted.

Stella heard Clarence’s deep voice, “Are you drunk?”

Stella shook her head and replied, “Nope.”

He looked at her, and saw that her eyes were not filled with anxious anymore.

“Stella?”

“Mhmm…”

Clarence did not say anything. His focus was on something else, as he was thinking about some

random unknown stuff.

However, Stella wanted to hear his response. When he did not respond after a while, Stella,

dissatisfied, poked at his waist with her finger.

Clarence held her hand, looked at her with a dark expression, and said, “What do you want?”

“Don’t you have other things to say when you called my name? Say it.”

“I just wanted to call your name.”

Stella doubted, “You’re lying.”

Clarence smiled, “I’m not.”

Stella pouted in response. Her lips were as red as a rose, her eyes watery as she stared at him, as if

she was protesting silently.

Clarence stared back; his eyes darkened slightly, as he held her chin and kissed her juicy lips.

Stella was more enthusiastic when she was drunk. She was initially taken back by him, but she quickly

responded by wrapping her hands around his neck.

Clarence held Stella by her head and waist and moved her onto a soft cushion, before kissing her even

more deeply.

After some time, Stella suddenly pushed him away.

Clarence with his deep voice started asking her, “What’s wrong, babe?”

Stella said while slightly out of breath, “You still haven’t said it.”

Clarence did not expect her to be even more tenacious when she was drunk.

He placed his hand on the back of her neck, and fondled the back of her ear.

Stella felt tingly, but she did not say anything.

She thought that Clarence was thinking about something.

She held her breath in anticipation of his answer.

Her eyes were filled with anticipation and curiosity, as if she could not wait to pry out secrets from

Clarence.

According to her experience last time, she should not be able to remember anything when she woke up

the next day.

After a while, Clarence said, “Actually, that child wasn’t Beck…”

At the same time, a ferry passed through while sounding its horn, which masked over whatever

Clarence said.

After the horn stopped sounding, Stella looked at Clarence with a frown in suspicion.

Then, she pushed Clarence away from her with force and sat up.

It could be that the horn stimulated her and sobered her up slightly, “I remember now.”

Clarence was curious as to what she remembered all of a sudden.

Stella added, “That time when I was drunk, did you take advantage of my drunken state and did things

to me?”

Clarence chuckled, “Nah.”

“Really?”

Some memories resurfaced in her mind just now.

It was exactly the same thing that he did to her, kissing and eating her inside out.

That wretched man was still denying it!

Clarence replied, “How did I take advantage of you?”

“You just…”

Stella could not bring herself to say it, her ears turned red very quickly.

That scene was, hard to describe to say the least.

If she recalled correctly, she was even sitting on his lap.

Before she could continue, Clarence had already grabbed her and pull her in closely. He placed her on

his lap, and pulled her by the back of her head and kissed her on her lips. He asked, “Was it like this?”

It was not just related, it was exactly the same as back then.

She finally discovered the truth.

Before she could react, however, Clarence had already kissed her again.

Later, Stella did not even know when was she carried back to the car.

She could not fathom how messed up that wretched man was, he was even carrying condoms with

him!

Despite the fact that the space in the car was already very limited, that wretched man still wanted to toy

with Stella, as he bit her ear softly and whispered, “Relax, babe.”

Stella, with her head against his chest, was breathing erratically and objected, “Shut up you bastard!”

“Hmm?”

His voice was coarse and sexy. It was like a deadly trap that actively lured people into its lethal

embrace.

It started raining some time later, and as the rain drops pounded against the car’s window, the inside of

the car started to become misty.

When they were finally done, Stella was absolutely exhausted and blacked out in Clarence’s embrace.

After some time, she felt the cold wind blowing against her, and she woke up. A faint scent of tobacco

was picked up by her nostrils.

Stella painstakingly opened her eyes and saw a satisfied Clarence sitting next to her.

He felt movement on his chest, as he shifted her gaze onto her and said with a soft voice, “Did I wake

you up?”

Stella, still tired, closed her eyes again and let out a weak voice, “You’re very energetic, aren’t you?”

Clarence chuckled, crushed the cigarette’s butt and waited for the tobacco smell to fade away in the

car. Then, he lifted the car’s window and said, “Just sleep, babe.”

Even though the rain outside was very loud, Stella’s body had ran out of steam and she slept in very

quickly.

Clarence kissed her eyebrows and held her tightly.

It seemed her ‘memory lost after being drunk’ condition was limited to certain circumstances, if he had

told her what he wanted to, it would be like planting a timed bomb, which was bound to explode at

some point in the future.

He decided to hold it in for longer.