Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 909

The snow outside the window continued felling, which made the branches bend down.

The heating system was on in the room, and the temperature was going up.

Clarence's grip on her waist tightened, but he let go of it immediately for fear of harming the baby in her belly.

Seeing the cunning look in her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed. He slowly raised his hand and stroked her ear. And said in a low, hoarse voice, "Did the doctor tell you that pregnancy takes ten months, not a lifetime?"

Stella was about to retreat when being pulled into his arms.

Clarence lowered his head and leaned against her nose. Her breath was warm. "I'll remember this first."

As he spoke, his lips brushed past hers.

The touch made Stella's fingertips tremble, but she said stubbornly, "Let's see whether you can hold on for ten months first."

Clarence said reasonably, "There are only eight months left."

He continued. "Have you forgotten what the doctor said? Your situation is special. You should have the cesarean as soon as possible before the child growing too big.

"In this way, there are only five to six months left at most."

Stella couldn't find a single word to refute.

He must be a time counting master.

Stella gently pounded his chest. "I won't bother you anymore. Go to sleep."

However, Clarence did not let her go. He finally bit her lips and put his hands into her hair, rubbing the tender skin behind her ear.

Stella almost couldn't breathe because of his possessive kiss.

After a long time, Clarence finally let go of her. He said with dissatisfaction of desire. "Sleep."

In the past, he would always let her use her hand.

She didn't know if the doctor's words worked that he didn't bother her anymore today.

Lying in his arms, Stella rubbed against him with satisfaction and closed her eyes. "Good night."

Clarence held her in his arms and rested his chin on her head. He said calmly, "I thought you wanted me not to fell in sleep tonight."

"That 'good night' was for myself."

Soon, the room became quiet again, leaving only the light sound of breathing.

Clarence said in a low voice, "Good night."

Stella replied softly, "Good night, I wish you a good dream."

"What is a good dream?"

"A dream of me."

Clarence smiled lightly as he hugged her even tighter.

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At the same time, it was snowing at the grave.

Justin was sitting in a wheelchair. One of his men stood next to him, holding an umbrella for him.

Not far ahead, a skinny man was kneeling in front of the tombstone. His back and head drooped feebly, and his body was covered with a thick layer of snow. He had been kneeling for at least half an hour.

His subordinate said, "Young Master Justin, it's windy here. Let's go back."

Justin did not answer, but looked at the scene in front of him coldly.

After a long time, he smiled with happy of revenge.

He said slowly, "He might not expect that he would end up like this before he did those things."

His subordinate stood silently, not daring to respond.

Justin looked at the tombstone with a cold and numb expression.

The next day, when Nathan brought the news, Clarence and Stella were having breakfast.

Stella frowned and did not know what to say.

Clarence looked calm and didn't feel surprised.