After Nathan followed Clarence out of the conference room, he saw the news on the Internet.
Winnie Truman is pregnant?
Just when he was confused, he received a call from Maxwell.
Nathan was stunned for a few seconds, then said in shock, “Did Mrs. Conrad go to the pharmacy with
Winnie together?”
Maxwell corrected, “And Miss Perry, I found those paparazzi secretly taking pictures at that time, and I
watched them delete all the pictures before leaving, but I didn't expect...”
Nathan instantly understood what was going on, so this incident actually had nothing to do with Winnie.
Thinking of this, he put away his phone and quickly walked into Clarence's office.
On the desk, Clarence was holding his phone, frowning slightly, and fell into contemplation.
Obviously, he saw the news on the Internet as well.
Nathan stepped forward and said, “Mr. Conrad.”
Clarence put his phone upside down on the table with no expression on his face, “What's wrong?”
Nathan could not speak even the words are on the tip of his tongue.
It seems strange to say that Mrs. Conrad is pregnant from his mouth.
Moreover, whether or not she is pregnant is uncertain. There is only a photo of Winnie buying a
pregnancy test stick. There is no picture to support the result.
However, the people who reported this are really some assholes. All three of them went to the
pharmacy together including Winnie, but they cut the picture to make it look like she went there alone.
As an assistant who treats the details of work rigorously, he can't take things out of context like those
people.
Nathan coughed and put the things in his hand in front of Clarence, “This is the record of the meeting
just now, and there are several documents that need to be signed.”
Clarence nodded and picked up the pen at hand.
He raised his head and saw Nathan still standing there, and he asked, “Is there anything else?”
Nathen replied, “I looked at the itinerary just now. It seems that you have no work tonight. After signing
these documents, you can go back early.”
After he said that, Nathan persuaded him very considerately and earnestly, “Mr. Conrad, don't work too
hard, you should spend more time with your wife.”
Maybe there is a surprise waiting for him tonight.
Clarence paused, and handed him the signed document, “Okay, I know. You can go out first.”
After Nathan left, Clarence turned on the phone again, browsed the news on it, tapped the table with
his fingertips, and frowned again.
Forget about Daniel, how even Channing Radomil could act so fast that even the news of pregnancy
has gotten out.
After a while, he put away the phone, took the coat from the hanger next to him, and strode out of the
office.
Nathan looked at his back and let out a sigh of relief.
It is either the bright sun or the cold hell he would face tomorrow morning.
...
When Clarence arrived, Stella was cooking in the kitchen.
She didn't hear the door open, but she felt someone hug her from behind.
“Stop it, I'm cooking...”
However, before she could finish speaking, Clarence had already raised his hand to turn off the fire on
the stove, his thin lips with a bit of coolness moved from behind her ears to her neck, and his hands
also reached inside her dress.
Stella was stunned and confused.
What is wrong with him all of a sudden?
She turned her head with difficulty, looked at his dark and quiet eyes, and said softly, “What's wrong
with you?”
Looking at him like this, it doesn't seem like he knew that she was pregnant.
No surprises.
Clarence said slowly, “Don't you think our progress is slower than others?”
Stella's face was full of doubts, “What do you mean by progress?”
Clarence put his hands on the table behind her, wrapped her in his arms, leaned over, and looked at
her, “Daniel has already moved in with Sherry.”
Stella nodded, “So?”
Clarence continued, “Your brother...Winnie is pregnant.”
Stella was stunned.
And she said, “No, wait...”
Clarence said word by word, “So don't you think that their progress is faster than ours?”
She caught his dull and dissatisfied tone, and suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh.
So that's why he's upset?
Stella put her hand on his waist gently and said, “I don't think so. Everyone's choices and ideas of love
are different. And... we are not slower than them in progress, haven't we already gotten a marriage
license?”
Clarence raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression softened a bit.
Stella paused for a while, and then asked him seriously, “Don't you forget that we got the marriage
license? Do you still remember our anniversary?”
“Of course, I remember.”
“Then tell me, what's the date?”
Clarence didn't answer, just kissed her lips, his hands began to move again, his voice was slurred
between their lips, “For me, as long as you are by my side, every day is an anniversary.”
If it was before, Stella would think that he was being a sweet talker again.
But today, it is obvious that the topic has changed with a guilty conscience.
He doesn't remember it.
Her hand on his waist tightened and twisted.
Clarence snorted deeply, but didn't let go of her, but just clasped her waist with his hands and hugged
her.
Stella slid forward and fell into his arms.
At the same time, it felt like he bumped her lightly.
Clarence tilted his head and bit her earlobe, “Don't waste time, honey. Huh?”
She didn't say anything this time, just raised her hand around his neck and began to respond to him.
Clarence was very satisfied with her reaction.
He picked her up and went straight back to the bedroom.
The light in the bedroom was not turned on, and it was dark.
The light poured in in all directions through the French windows.
His thin lips fell on her neck, his hands reached her back, and he easily pulled down the zipper of her
dress.
His kiss moved with it, biting her shoulder strap down.
She also unbuttoned his shirt slowly.
That's when she gasped and said, “Clarence...”
“Yes?”
Stella continued, “Actually, today, I went to the pharmacy with Winnie and Sherry. That black-hearted
reporter probably only posted a picture of Winnie for the sake of popularity.”
Clarence paused, raised his head from her body, put his hands on her side, his black eyes were hot
and dark, “Huh?”
This “Huh?” It seemed to have a bit more meaning than before.
Stella smiled, “I don't need to drink that medicine in the future. Archer James is right, as long as we
persist, there will be hope. Our efforts are not in vain.”
Before Clarence could speak, Stella gently dressed him and said seriously, “The doctor said that the
first three months are not allowed to have sex. Get dressed or you will catch a cold.”
Clarence was speechless and puzzled.
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