Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 840

For a long time, Channing didn't say anything as he hugged her.

Winnie didn't want to spoil the mood either. But honestly, when there was a bed, could they not squeeze on the sofa?

She whispered, "It's getting late. Why don't you go inside and sleep?"

Channing said, "I can come in and sleep with you if you agree."

Winnie was speechless.

Then it was better not to.

She said, "I'll get you two more quilts."

With that, Winnie tried to get up.

But Channing didn't move, as if he wasn't going to just let her go.

Winnie was puzzled.

Channing stared at her with dark eyes, "Last night ..."

Realizing what he was going to say, Winnie immediately said, "Don't say anything! I thought I told you not to say anything!"

Channing curled his lips covertly, "I know. I won't say anything."

Winnie breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could catch her breath, he had kissed her again.

He was all the more daring than before, kissing and touching her recklessly.

Winnie breathed heavily. When he pushed up her shirt and lowered his head, she tried to reach out to push him but felt numb from the top of her head to her fingertips.

She had absolutely no strength.

Finally, just as she was muddling through, feeling like she was going to disconnect from the world, the clear touch expanded her nerves, making it seem as if the perception of her every organ had expanded hundreds of times.

Channing's kiss landed on her ear. He nibbled gently at her earlobe while his voice was low and hoarse.

"I told you that I won't force you."

"But I want to make you comfortable, too."

Winnie felt defenseless, just being led by him.

Even her breathing slowly faltered.

After a long time, her breathing subsided and even the sound of the rain outside the window seemed to have diminished.

Winnie pushed him away and ran into the bathroom with her face flushed.

Channing pulled two sheets of paper and slowly wiped his fingers. With the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw, he looked down at his trousers, picked up the remaining half cup of water that had cooled, and tilted his head back to drink it down.

...

After three days of continuous rain, Monday was indeed a good day.

It was just that the temperature had dropped a lot compared to what it was before.

Emmett stood across the studio and watched quietly.

Daniel put his hand on his shoulder, "You've been standing for almost an hour. You might as well go inside and say hello."

Emmett shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "She said she didn't want to see me again."

"Why don't you find a chance to explain it to her？"

Emmett couldn't help laughing, "That won't be necessary. It's like Stella said that the mistake has been made and it's my problem. What's the point of me explaining? Besides, there's no way I can put the whole blame on my mother."

Daniel frowned, "Didn't you ask Clarence to look into it for you? Have you heard anything yet?"

"Not yet." Emmett said, "I've thought about it over the last few days and it really doesn't seem to matter why anymore. What can I do if I know?"

With that, Emmett turned his head to look at him, "I'm leaving this time and I don't think I'll be back for nearly a few years. I have to trouble you to visit my parents when you’re free. I know my mother has done something wrong, but ... she is my mother after all."

Daniel said, "I know. Don't worry."