Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 943

Stella's eyes curved into a crescent moon as she hugged his neck. She raised her head and pressed it against his thin lips, her breath gentle. "Happy New Year."

Clarence's pupils reflected the colorful fireworks outside the window. He stared at her, his gaze gradually burning.

It was impossible for Stella not to know what he meant.

She pushed him and whispered, "Hey, your injury hasn't healed yet. What are you thinking about..."

Before Stella could finish her words, her lips were sealed.

Clarence stroked the back of her neck with his palm, his lips and tongue encroaching on her.

When they reached the bedroom, Clarence placed her on the bed and rubbed his nose against hers. "I calculated the time. It has been three months."

Stella was speechless.

His mind was all about these messy things. It would be strange if he could rest well.

"The doctor said no."

Clarence's eyebrows moved slightly as if he wanted to say something.

Stella looked at him, afraid that he would say, 'I asked Archer, and he said yes.'

She quickly swept her eyes down. "Mr. Conrad, do you think you can do it?"

He had even got shot in the leg.

Clarence lowered his voice a little. "Let's give it a try."

Stella snapped, "Yeah right!"

Between the two of them, one was a pregnant woman, and the other got injured.

How could he have thought of that?

Just as Stella was about to get up, Clarence grabbed her wrist and pushed her back. "Be reasonable. How long do you think I can endure after you treated me like that in the hospital?"

"You deserve it."

Hearing this, Clarence's tone softened a little. "Yes, I deserve it. But since you have forgiven me, shouldn't you compensate me a little?"

He was impossible, wasn't he?

This person could make sense of anything.

Clarence's fingers slowly clasped her hands, playing them one by one. His gaze immediately met hers, and his eyebrows moved slightly. His intentions were obvious.

"I don't want it," Stella refused.

She thought that Clarence would not let her go just like that, but a few seconds later, he fell sideways on the bed.

Just when Stella thought that he was sinking into anger, he said in a muffled voice, "There are at most five months left."

Stella remembered Clarence had said last time that she would have a C-section in seven months' time.

So had he taken into account the time she would spend on confinement?

She couldn't help but feel that it was a little funny.

She moved. "Then go to sleep. I'm going back."

Clarence murmured in a low voice.

Stella walked to the bedroom door and turned to look at the person lying on the bed. The corners of her lips pressed down.

Clarence sat up and was about to take a shower when he noticed her gaze.

"Not leaving?" Clarence asked.

Stella asked, "What are you doing?"

The tip of Clarence's tongue pressed against his teeth, and his left hand propped up on the bed. His eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you think?"

Stella did not speak. Instead of pulling the door back, she slowly closed it.

"Are you really not leaving?"

"Cut the crap."

Stella walked in front of him, lowered her head, kissed him, and knelt down beside him.

Clarence's pupils shrank. Taking advantage of the time when Stella was taking a breath, he said,