After leaving the hospital, Stella took Noah to the new studio.
Sherry happened to be there sorting out the decorative ornaments. She turned around and said, "Hey,
Stella."
Stella nodded, finding it was bright and clean. "Has the cleaning been done?"
"Yes, but the cameras and equipment will be delivered these days, so we have to clean again later."
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Never mind. The thought of this being my dream studio is a constant source of energy for me every
day, not to mention that I have Daniel to help me, so I don't feel tired at all!."
"Is Daniel here too?"
"Yes, he's inside installing shelves." Sherry pushed Noah's stroller, pulling Stella to go outside, "There
is formaldehyde. Do not stay here too long."
Stella stood in the open space outside the studio and smiled.
Her eyes fell on the wall in front of her unconsciously.
It was the renovator's name who had died accidentally in the fire.
Obviously, it was not that long ago, but it felt like a long time ago.
Sherry's voice rang out, "You took Noah to the hospital today for a checkup. What did the doctor say?"
Stella retrieved her thoughts and chuckled, "No checkup. Clarence and Archer deliberately tricked us
over."
"Tut-tut." Sherry knew that her pictures aroused someone.
After sitting outside for a while, Sherry said, "I'm going in. You go home. It's cold."
"Okay."
Stella went straight back to her apartment.
It was getting colder. She was afraid that Noah would catch a cold.
Noah played in the living room when Dolores was cooking in the afternoon. Stella stood at the kitchen
door and whispered, "Mom, could you make more dishes?"
Dolores turned back, "Do you have other friends coming?"
"No, just…I can bring some to Clarence."
"He doesn't like my cooking, and there are private customized nutritional meals at the hospital, much
better than what I make."
Stella smiled, remembering Dolores's previous words that Clarence said that eating her cooking was
better than eating tree bark when he was a child.
After a while, Dolores said, "I've made fish soup. You can bring it to him tonight."
"Me?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to. I just don't care about him.
Stella was speechless.
Dolores was indeed the biological mother.
“Okay. I will.”
Nathan was reporting to Clarence when Stella reappeared at the hospital in the evening.
Both of them were stunned seeing her in.
Instantly, Nathan said, " I'll leave first."
Clarence nodded and handed him the document.
While Nathan left, Stella put the thermos on the bedside table, "You are so busy."
Clarence smiled and pulled her, "Why did you come over?"
Stella said with no expression, "Mom asked me to bring you soup. I'm going back."
She wanted to ieave, but Clarence didn't let go of her hand.
He pulled her a little closer with a slight force. "Did she ask you to come here, or did you come
yourself?" "Do I look like I want to come here?"
Clarence gazed at her and observed. "Yes."
Stella said nothing.
Ignoring him, she unscrewed the thermos lid and poured the fish soup into a small bowl. "Drink it. It will
get cold." “Did you drink it?"
“What am I drinking this for? It's helpful to heal the wound."
“All the same, a supplemental."
Stella was tired of the fish soup the other day, and today Dolores made her a rib soup, so she was not
interested in it. “Just drink.
Don't care about me."
Clarence was speechless.
“Baby, your temper is getting bigger.”
Stellan smiled at him perfunctorily. "Learned from you."
Clarence said nothing.
It was snowing outside while they were talking.
The sky was white.
The cold wind seemed to be bitter.
Stella walked over, closed the window, and closed the curtains again.
When she looked back, Clarence had finished his fish soup.
‘I'm leaving. Go to bed early. You are sick. Can't you rest for two days?"
Clarence knew that she was annoyed about him still working. When she came over to get the thermos
bucket, he gently pulled her into his arms and whispered, "Or you stay and supervise me? Don't go
back tonight."
Stella pushed him, "Are you a child who needs to be supervised?"
Clarence raised his eyebrows, "As long as you stay, I can be anything."
Without waiting for her to answer, he said, “it's snowing so heavily, and the road is slippery. I'm worried
about you."
“So no one walks outside when it snows?"
“They go their own way. It has nothing to do with me."
‘T've been with Noah these past few nights.
He'll be upset if I don't go back."
“If you go back, I will also be upset."
Stelia felt speechless.
She almost laughed. Clarence was getting shameful.
Clarence put his hand around her waist with no intention of letting go of her.
After running around quite a lot today, it was snowing and cold outside, so Stella didn't want to move.
She simply pushed Clarence. "Make way."
Clarence immediately made room for her.
The bed was big enough for them to sleep on.
Clarence put his arm around her and played with her finger, “Didn't you bring the ring again?"
Stella glanced at him, " I'm afraid to hurt Noah."
Clarence was not satisfied, "Is he that delicate?"
“The child did not come out of your belly. Of course, you do not understand."
Clarence was afraid that the topic would again develop towards an uncontrollable place, so he fell
silent.
Stella tilted her head to look at him, "Do you feel that my fingers seem thicker?"
“No.”
Stella said thoughtfully, “Really, I heard that their fingers would be thicker when people are pregnant. I
felt a bit of effort when wearing a ring two days ago."
Clarence tooked down and met her eyes, "Do you have pregnancy syndrome? Always paranoid."
Stella compressed her lips and felt that his words seemed to be a little bit true.
Since she was pregnant, she always had a bee in her bonnet, worrying about some inexplicable
things.
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