Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 772

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.'

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