Clarence’s black eyes became more sexual and his Adam’s apple popped up and down, “It’s not
enough.”
Stella tilted her head, seeming to be pondering what she should do to show her sincerity.
After a short while, she circled her arms around his neck and kissed him again. She licked his thin lips
carefully.
Clarence’s tightened his grip on her waist instantly, put one hand on the back of her head and
deepened the kiss.
At the beginning, Stella was a bit unaccustomed to it and felt her lips ached a bit. But at a second
thought, she thought it was reasonable for him to be angry as she didn’t prepare a gift for him on their
wedding anniversary.
She then replied his enthusiasm slowly and gently.
She had a feeling that Clarence was so different today. He was excessively gentle today.
She was intoxicated by his gentleness.
Right at this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open.
Emmett was stunned when he saw this and his hands that were placed at each side were gradually
clenched into fists.
Two seconds later, he quickly turned around and left.
When hearing the sound of the door closing, Stella pushed Clarence away reflectively. With a red face,
she stammered, “Someone… Someone is here…”
“Don’t be bothered.”
Clarence pulled down her head and kissed her deeply again.
After a long while, Clarence finally let go of her.
Nesting in his embrace silently, Stella breathed deeply. Pulling his cloth, she asked dizzily, “Don’t we go
back?”
Meeting her watery eyes in the air, Clarence replied in a low, husky voice, “What do you want to do
after coming back, huh?”
Stella felt guilty under his gaze. She shifted her gaze, feeling her heartbeat accelerating.
Clarence curled his lips into a smile and gently rubbed her hair, “We can’t go home today.”
It was already enough. If he took more advantage of her when she was drunk, when Stella became
sober, she would not only become angry.
He carried her up into his arms and said in a low voice, “I will send you home.”
Stella replied with a nasal sound and grasped the cloth in front of his chest tightly.
When they were downstairs at the Twilight Club, Stella had fallen asleep.
Clarence put her into the car and said in a flat tone, “Turn up the temperature.”
“Okay,” Nathan replied and then asked, “Mr. Conrad, Mr. Carter has left.”
Clarence replied nonchalantly with a nasal sound. He put the jacket onto Stella and embraced her in
his arms.
Nathan coughed, “Mr. Conrad, what should we do if Mrs. Conrad knows about the truth?”
“She won’t remember it,” Clarence added, “And Emmett won’t ask her about this.”
Nathan sighed in his heart: Mr. Conrad was so wicked that he adopted such a dirty trick to force his
love enemy to give up.
Nathan asked, “Mr. Conrad, will shall we go?”
Clarence took a glance at the woman in his arms, “Send her home.”
“Okay.”
Clarence said, “There have been some changes in the Conrad family recently. Send more men to
watch them.”
“What… what kind of changes?”
Clarence replied in a calm voice, “Phoebe will probably engage with Justin.”
Nathan looked astonished, “Did Young Master Justin agree to it?”
“It doesn’t matter no matter he agrees to it or not. This marriage is in nature a bridge to consolidate the
relationship between the Conrad family and the Steward family.”
Moreover, it was Charles who proposed the engagement.
Nathan replied, “I will arrange some men to watch them. And I will also continue to investigate the
Steward family.”
Clarence didn’t say anything again. With his arm around Stella’s shoulder, he looked calm, seeming to
be pondering something.
…
Sherry was enjoying her time with a facial mask on her face. The doorbell suddenly rang and she
hurriedly ran to the door, “Stella, why do you come back late? Did that wretched man…” She paused
and swallowed the rest words ‘go hard on you again’.
Standing at the door with Stella in his arms, Clarence looked at Sherry expressionlessly.
Sherry, “...”
She was scared to death!
Clarence asked, “Which one is her bedroom?”
Sherry stepped backwards stiffly and then pointed at a room.
Clarence then strode forwards.
When the door of the bedroom was closed, Sherry panted desperately, feeling that she was doomed.
In the bedroom…
Clarence put Stella onto the bed and fixed his eyes on her. After a short while, he prepared to leave.
But Stella circled her arms around his neck, opened her eyes, and stared at him drowsily, “Did I anger
you again?”
“Huh?”
Stella’s nose looked a bit red. She asked in an aggrieved tone, “Then why do you leave?”
Clarence said, “I will not leave if you can ask me a question.”
Stella gently nodded her head.
“Am I good to you?”
“…”
Stella shifted her gaze, not wanting to reply to this question.
But Clarence pinched her chin and forced her to look at him.
Clarence said, “Answer my question.”
“Sometimes you’re good to me… But sometimes you’re bad to me.”
Stella didn’t want to answer this question again.
Didn’t this wretched man know about the answer? Why did he keep asking this?
Clarence continued, “Then what should I do to gain your forgiveness?”
Stella replied in an extremely low voice, “Sweet-talking me more frequently is enough.”
“Really?”
“Yep…” Stella looked down again, “But you never sweet talk me, you would only criticize me and detest
me. I didn’t lie to you. Nor did I want to threaten you with the child. I can have an abortion if you don’t
want it. I haven’t expected that they would…”
Stella’s eyes were teary with tears on her eyelashes.
Clarence comforted her gently, “All right, I know it. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”
When Stella fell asleep again, Clarence kissed her forehead affectionately and then stood up and left.
When Clarence walked out of the bedroom, Sherry, who had been waiting at the door for a long time,
bowed at him and said loudly, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Conrad!”
“…”
Clarence smoothed his sleeves and said in a calm tone, “No need for such a solemn salute.”
Sherry hurriedly straightened her back and asked tentatively, “Was Stella drunken?”
“Yep.”
Sherry asked in confusion when hearing the answer, “It’s weird. Stella seldom drinks in usual times and
even if she has to, she would drink appropriately. She has never gotten drunk…”
Before she could finish her words, Clarence glanced over her nonchalantly.
She immediately said, “Mr. Conrad, rest assured, I will take care of her.”
Clarence took two steps and turned around again. He looked at Sherry silently.
Sherry felt so nervous, “Mr… Mr. Conrad, do you have any other matter?”
“Don’t tell her that it was me who sent her back.”
Sherry nodded her head without hesitation, “How should I tell her?”
“Tell her that she was the only person in the private room when you came to the Twilight Club to pick
her up.”
“I understand. I remember.”
Clarence asked again, “Are you sure?”
He said the three words calmly, but Sherry felt a gush of chill from her back.
It was not a question, but a threat.
She swallowed salvia, “I’m sure. Mr. Conrad, please rest assured, I promise I will not screw it.”
Clarence withdrew his lines of sight and strode out of the house.
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