New Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again

[Viet Writer]

Chapter 6: Let’s Divorce, I Don’t Want Anything​

After saying those words, she lost all her consciousness. When she woke up once again, she was inside a strange room and a strange man was lying down beside her. The scattered clothes near the bed were enough to prove what had happened last night. Her throat was a little dry. After feeling sad for a while, she started to console herself. At least that guy still looked okay, he was way better than that pig last night.


Having remembered what happened last night, Stella was worried of Channing. She quickly wore her clothes, wanting to get back. As she was going to leave, she seemed to have woken the man on the bed up. He slightly wrinkled his eyebrows. Stella immediately put the blanket on his head and patted softly, whispering, “It’s alright, keep sleeping.” She looked like she was cajoling a child. Stella only ran away when no more sound was heard under the blanket.


The creditor had come to her house once again. Luckily Channing was not home because he was seeking her. Stella called him to report her safety and asked him not to go home recently but go to his friend’s house for a while. She then sought for Sherry. After hiding here and there for two months, Stella suddenly realized she was pregnant one day.


It was 4am when Stella woke up. She got up and drank a glass of water, sitting in the living room and started to watch movies and TV shows about first love these two years. She tried to get back that kind of naïve, pure and sweet feeling once more.


Stella had kept herself in the room for three days and she finally had some basic ideas in her mind. As she was going to draw it out, she received a call from a strange number. She put down her pencil and spoke politely, “Hi, who is this?”


“…Missus, I’m Nathan, Mr. Conrad’s assistant. Mr. Conrad is going for a business trip to Maldives tomorrow. He wants to ask you for the blue-and-white striped shirt.” Stella was exceptionally annoyed to be interrupted when she just had some ideas, and even by such a trivial thing. That made her suspected Clarence was seeking trouble on purpose. She then replied rudely, “Excuse me? I’ve divorced him and what does his shirt have to do with me? Ask the housemaid please.” After finished, she hung up without hesitance.


Two minutes later, her phone rang once more. And the incoming call was from Clarence himself. She fell silent for a moment and still picked it up. “Stella Remodel, come back in half an hour.”


“I…” This time, without waiting for her to reply, Clarence hung up straight away. Stella grasped her phone and was so eager to beat that man up. She took a deep breath and after calming herself down, she got up and left the room. Seeing her, Sherry asked, “Honey, it’s late now, where are you going?”




“I’m going to drag that bastard to hell with me!”


“…”


Of course, Stella only said that for fun, how would she have the ability to compete Clarence? After reaching the Starry Lake Mansion, she noticed the servants had already all gone to rest and the surrounding was exceptionally quiet.


Stella went upstairs to the second floor and pushed the bedroom door open. Clarence was sitting on the couch in his casual clothes. He was flipping the document in front of him with his slender fingers. He did not raise his head and glance at her although he had heard the sound.


Stella walked straight to the closet and she finally found the blue-and-white striped shirt the assistant was talking about after searching the place all over. She was slightly startled upon seeing the shirt. It was the shirt she had specially bought for Clarence when she knew he wanted to go for a business trip to Hawaii, during the year when they had just gotten married. The shirt was very suitable to be worn to a beach.


When she gave the shirt to him, he only looked at her coldly and said, “Don’t try using such a cheap way to please me, and avoid those mind-games that would be exposed right away.” Stella did not know what mind-game had she played, but from that onwards, she had not bought anything for him anymore. Now he had deliberately asked her to come back for something he treated as waste back then. If it was not to take revenge and make a fool of her, what would it be?


Stella took the shirt and left the closet silently. She put it on the bed. As she was going to speak, she realized Clarence was talking to somebody on phone. His voice was low throughout and he did not glimpse at her even once, as if she did not exist. Stella initially wanted to talk to him about the divorce, seeing there was not a right time, she turned and left straight away. Her arrival and leaving were fast like a breeze.


Clarence finally lifted his head when she walked out of the bedroom. He watched her back and looked like he did not expect her to leave so soon. He pursed his lips and spoke blandly to the one at the other end of the call, “Yes, that’s it for now, I still have other thing to do.”






Stella was called and held back when she just reached the living room downstairs. Clarence stood on the stairs and looked at her in a superior way. His expression was indifferent as usual. “Have you found the shirt?”


“I’ve put it on your bed.”


“What about the others?”


Stella did not quite get what he meant and she asked, “What others?” Clarence frowned, looking unhappy. “My business trip lasts for a week, do you think I’ll wear only one shirt?”


Stella felt speechless. When she had stayed there back then, she would always pack his luggage for him when he had to go for a business trip the next day. She did not expect that after humbly being his wife for three years, not only she did not receive any compliment, she had made him developed such a bad habit.


Stella said calmly, “Mr. Conrad, I have to remind you again. We’re already divorced, therefore finding your shirt and packing your luggage for you are no longer my responsibility. Please find the housemaid or your next wife, stop calling me with no reason anymore, thank you.”






Clarence’s expression remained the same. He walked downstairs with moderate speed and stopped in front of her. “Then let me remind you too. We still haven’t gone through the divorce formalities, so legally, you’re still my wife, and only you can do these things.”


“…So there’s no more room for discussion?”


“I don’t want to repeat it the second time.”


Stella pursed her lips. She took out her phone and started to search for a phone number. “Great, since you like to order someone that much, I’ll ask Vivian Sean to come pack your luggage for you, she’ll definitely run faster than a rabbit.” Yet as she just found the number and wanted to dial it, her phone was snatched away. Clarence looked at her frigidly. “Stella Ramodil, have I been too lenient to you recently?”


Stella looked at her empty hand and only smiled after a while. “I hope Mr. Conrad could be more careful in his words. I can’t handle those words.” Clarence’s look became gloomier. “When would you stop playing hard to get? Stella, stop challenging me. Just tell me what you want straight away.” Stella paused for a few seconds and said, “Didn’t you say what I want is the Conrad Group last time? Would you give it to me?”


“You wish.”


“Then let’s divorce, I don’t want anything.”


Clarence frowned with impatience. He shoved one of his hands into the pocket and said, “What else would you say besides that word?” Stella felt more baffled. Didn’t he want to get rid of her as soon as possible all the time? Why did the situation look like she was the one pleading to divorce him now?

 

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