Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

When Stella woke up the next morning, her back and legs were sore and she was feeling dizzy.

She was in a lot of pain.

She sat up on the bed by supporting her body weight with one arm, and she felt as if the world was

spinning around her.

At that moment, someone pushed open the door to the bedroom. Clarence’s deep voice sounded,

“You’re awake, huh.”

Stella looked at him, grabbed a pillow with the little strength that she had left, and chucked it straight at

him while yelling, “You bastard!”

Clarence was slightly taken back by her sudden action.

He caught the pillow, smirked and asked her, “I thought I treated you quite nicely last night, why would

you treat me like this after my amazing treatment?”

Her ear was steaming red, that wretched man still dared to mention last night!

While she was drunk last night, it was not to the point that she could not remember anything.

That wretched man took advantage of her drunken status and toyed with her in various ways.

Or else why would she feel as terrible as she was right then.

Clarence got closer to her, placed the pillow on the bed and asked, “Fine, I was wrong, go and get

some more sleep.”

“Go sleep yourself.”

Stella ripped the blanket away. When her feet touched the ground, her legs were still shivering.

Clarence helped her stand up, held back his laugh and said, “I’ll watch myself next time.”

“In your goddamn dreams! There will be no next time!”

Stella pushed his hands away forcefully and walked into the bathroom.

As Clarence looked at her back, he put his hand in his pants pocket and smirked, clearly satisfied.

Stella was still in a lot of pain, so she stayed in the bathtub for a while.

When she got out of the tub, she felt a lot better.

Just as she was wondering what to wear, Clarence’s sound came from the other side of the door, “Your

clothes are by the door.”

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore him.

Stella waited until he got away from the door before she went and grabbed the clothes.

These clothes were the correct size for her.

Stella took a deep breath and slowly put on her clothes.

She then went to the living room, and saw that Clarence was making a call on the balcony. There was

some porridge on the table.

She rubbed her rumbling tummy, sat down and starting eating it.

After a while, Clarence had finished his call, sat down in front of her and asked, “Did the topic of the

rematch come out?”

Stella gave him a weak “Uh huh”.

Clarence saw her depressed state and asked, “Is it difficult?”

“It’s not exactly difficult, I just hate it somewhat.”

Honestly, she did not expect to draw Modesty Parker’s work.

She could not tell if it was pure coincidence or just fate screwing with her.

Clarence raised his brows and asked, “Is this why you’re upset? And you’re angry and ignored me?”

As she heard that, she fell speechless.

That wretched man really knew how to get himself out of bad situations.

After swallowing a mouthful of porridge, she replied, “The topic for the rematch was only revealed

yesterday, it has no relation with me ignoring you or not.”

Clarence licked his teeth, but did not press on with his question, as he was aware that she would not

say anything to him anyway. He said, “I’ll send you there after you’ve finished eating.”

When Stella was ready to leave for work, it was already eleven in the morning. It took them thirty

minutes to reach her workshop.

Before she left the car, Clarence said to her, “I have a meeting tonight, so I can’t come and fetch you.

Remember to go home earlier, okay?”

“Okay.”

As she was about to open the door, she was pulled back by Clarence. He asked her with a dark

expression, “Are you still mad at me?”

“No.”

She could not be bothered to be mad at him when she was already very pissed off at herself.

Clarence frowned, “Then why are you throwing a hissy fit? Couldn’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”

Stella stared at him, “I’ve already told you before, clearly it wasn’t important enough to you.”

“Had I ever treated your words as unimportant? Is it because I did not agree to you about having a

child? Didn’t I…”

“Shut up!”

Clarence comforted her, “Alright, fine. Be a good girl and stop messing around, okay? You wanted to

see Ms. Beckham’s grandson, right? I’ll bring you there two days later.”

Stella stared at him, trying to discover gaps in his statement by looking at his expression.

Unfortunately, she failed.

His expression was calm from the beginning, and it made her looked like she was at fault all this time.

Stella gave up, lowered her head and said, “I’ll have my hands full these few days thanks to the

rematch. Let’s talk about this later.”

“Very well.”

After she got into the workshop, she placed her head on her desk, looked out the window and dazed

off.

Quite some time later, she finally composed herself, took a deep breath, turned on her computer and

started researching Modesty’s past works. Her research took her the entire afternoon.

She did not even notice that Sherry brought her some snacks during tea time.

That night, Stella finally had a train of thought, wrote up a rough draft and left work.

As she was entering the Steward family, she saw a car that she had never seen before parked in the

garden.

Charles was chatting with a stranger in the living room.

When the stranger saw her, he stood up and greeted her with a smile, “Hello, Ms. Radomil.”

Stella looked at Charles, then she set her eyes on the stranger, “Hello, and you are?”

“I am the legal advisor of the Steward Group. I am here today to discuss the transfer of ten percent of

Mr. Steward’s stocks to you, Ms Radomil.”

Stella frowned in confusion, “Stocks?”

Charles said, “I’ve thought about this for a long time now, but you were right. You deserved this.”

Stella put on a slight smile on her face.

How could Charles possibly be this kind? It must be some sort of trap for her.

However, Stella also could not just straight up decline his offer. They were right, she was there for the

money.

She took a look at the document, glanced through it and asked, “So, do I just put my signature here?”

The legal advisor said while giving her a pen, “Yes, miss. Just sign at the very end of the document and

put your thumbprint under it.”

Stella gave him a smile and asked, “I’m terribly sorry, but I’m not very well versed on this kind of legal

document. May I bring this back with me to take a closer look at it? I’ll send it to you once I’ve signed

it.”

“I can explain whatever it is that you don’t understand, Miss Radomil.”

“I’ll have to look at this document more carefully, and see just what benefits do I gain from this. After all,

everyone should only sign a document after they understood it thoroughly. Or else, there’s nothing they

could do if they got screwed over by that document.”

Hesitant, the legal advisor said, “This…”

At the same time, he looked at Charles.

Charles waved his hands in response, got up and said, “Very well. Go find anyone that can help you

with this, just be sure to hand it in by this week.”

“Then I must thank you in advance, Mr. Steward.”

After she said that, Stella nodded in respect and went upstairs.

The legal advisor said in a soft voice to Charles, “Mr. Steward, is it really fine for her to take the

document with her?”

Charles replied, “Even if she took it with her, nothing’s going to change.”

That document was nothing short of perfection.

Charles squinted his eyes and said, “I’ll handle things from here. You go and settle other things.”

“Yes sir.”

The legal advisor left after he said that.

If Stella signed the document, half of their plan would be a success.