Stella unlocked her phone and clicked open the photos one by one.
Sherry also sandwiched a few private photos at the end, which were photos of Channing and Winnie
together.
They looked surprisingly well-matched standing together, even the meticulously decorated backdrop
behind them looked less impressive.
When Stella got home, she changed her shoes and went into the bedroom. After that, she took out the
photo album from the bookcase, went back to the sofa, got out her phone, and carefully compared the
looks of William and Channing.
Clarence walked over and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "What are you doing?"
Stella wriggled and was a little annoyed, "Stop it, I have serious business."
Clarence's gaze fell on the photo album and the phone in her hands, and he knew what she was doing
with just one sweeping glance.
After repeatedly comparing them, Stella then said to Clarence, "Look, didn't Channing and my dad look
very alike when they were young?"
"Really? I thought they were pretty much the same."
Stella doubted it.
She didn't understand, "What do you mean by pretty much the same?"
Clarence took the photo album in her hand and flipped through it casually. "It means that good-looking
people all have the same characteristics."
Wut?
Clarence continued, "Of course, I'm different from them."
Wut again?
She grumbled, "Do you dare to say this in front of my dad?"
Clarence froze for a moment and resigned himself to silence.
Stella took the photo album back and muttered in a low voice, "But I don't think Chan looks like the
young Jeffrey, why?"
"Have you seen pictures of Jeffrey when he was young?"
"...No."
"That's it."
Stella didn't give up and said, "But you really don't think their eyebrows and profiles are very similar?
Was there a problem with the last DNA test...?"
Clarence said, "What you should be thinking about now is not this."
Stella was momentarily fooled by him, "Then..."
Clarence caressed the back of her neck with his hand and kissed her slowly. "You want to have another
child, then you should always take action."
Before Stella could make a sound, she was carried into the room.
The rain outside the window kept falling, and even got progressively heavier.
The raindrops smashed on the glass with a constant dull sound and a heavy mist slowly arose.
Clarence kissed Stella's fingers fondly and his eyes fell on her arm inadvertently.
The skin there felt clearly different from the rest.
It appeared to have a few pinholes left on it.
Clarence's movements gradually slowed down as he whispered, "What is going on here?"
As Stella gasped for air, she followed his line of sight and looked over. In her daze, a thought instantly
flashed through her mind, then she said indifferently, "I was bitten by mosquitos, and it was too itchy so
I scratched."
"Is this what a mosquito bite looks like?"
"Yeah, those mosquitoes are tiny. It's your fault for planting so many flowers and plants next to the
studio. There will be a lot of mosquitoes in summer."
Stella felt that this shirking of responsibility was perfect.
Clarence was speechless.
He was silent for a few seconds, leaned down and kissed her forehead and softened his tone of voice,
"My bad."
When Stella heard his tone, she wondered if she had just gone a little too far with what she had said;
after all, those plants were ornamental.
Furthermore, it was just an excuse that she fabricated.
She said, "Actually…it's not a big deal. Generally, the mosquitoes can't get in by closing the window
screen. I just…accidentally opened the window screen…"
Clarence said, "Then you should reflect on yourself."
She thought, 'This man really will take a mile if I give him an inch.'
……
After Stella fell asleep, Clarence tucked her in and walked to the balcony.
He took out his phone and opened the results of the paternity test Nathan had sent him half a month
ago.
Clarence looked at the test results and slightly narrowed his black eyes, not knowing what he was
thinking.
After a while, he put away his phone and turned to leave the room.
At midnight, Stella felt a coolness on her arm through the mist of sleep, and she vaguely smelled a
fresh herbal fragrance.
She opened her eyes slightly, looked at the man sitting on the bedside, resisted her sleepiness and
asked in a soft voice, "What are you doing?"
Clarence whispered, "Didn't you say you were bitten by mosquitoes? Don't scratch it in the future, rub
some ointment on it. Bring it to the office tomorrow, it can also repel mosquitoes."
When Stella heard these words, she froze for a moment and her sleepiness dissipated considerably.
Clarence put down the ointment in his hand, turned off the wall lamp at the head of the bed, and laid
down beside her again, bringing her into his arms, "Okay, let's go back to sleep."
Stella leaned her head against his chest, and only after a moment did she open her mouth softly,
"Clarence."
"What?"
"Would you despise me if…I can't have a baby in the future?"
Clarence embraced her. "It doesn't matter if you can't have a child. And we already have one, right?"
Stella asked again, "What if we didn't even have a child, will you divorce me?"
"Such assumptions are invalid for facts that already exist."
Stella couldn't refute his words.
Couldn't he say something delightful to coax her? She thought to herself.
As Stella was about to turn around and sleep, Clarence's voice continued to reach her ears, "I
remember I said that I don't like children much, I only like you."
The corners of Stella's lips lifted as she said, "But if I remember correctly, what you said at the time was
that you didn't like children at all, so how did it turn out that you don't like them much now?"
"Is that what I said?"
Stella said decisively, "Yes! Then why did you change your attitude?"
Clarence said slowly, "It's because the child was born to you."
The smile on the corner of Stella's mouth couldn't help but widen, and her mood improved.
She closed her eyes, "Okay, I get it, let's go to sleep."
Clarence asked, "That's all?"
"What else?"
"What about the promised rewards?"
Stella was rendered speechless.
She opened her eyes, "What you just said wasn't meant to please me only, was it?"
"No, I'm telling the truth." Clarence said, "But these two things are not relevant to each other."
Stella pouted and thought, 'Forget it, he did please me by saying that.'
In order to sleep early, Stella raised her head and imprinted a kiss on his thin lips, "Done."
"Not enough."
"Don't push your luck. Sleep now. I have to get up early tomorrow."
Clarence asked, "You still have a shooting tomorrow?"
Stella replied, "Yeah, we're going to shoot on location."
"It's still raining."
"Let's see if the rain stops tomorrow morning, if not, the shoot may have to be postponed."
Stella was really sleepy and yawned as she spoke.
She even couldn't resist closing her eyes.
Clarence rubbed her head, "Well, let's get some sleep."
Stella whispered, "Good night."
"Good night."
The rain continued to pound on the windows outside.
It rained all night long.
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