Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

He would basically not take her out under normal days. Vincent only met Stella twice. The first time

was when Clarence forgot to bring his document. Afraid that it would affect his work, Stella brought it to

the workplace. A trace of disappointment flashed across the docile woman’s face when she faced

Clarence’s cold eyes. Yet she did not make any complaint, and she looked obedient and

understanding.

Another time was during the birthday feast of Dempsey Conrad, the old man of the Conrad family,

which was also the second year of marriage between Clarence and her. No one from the Conrad family

liked her, and no one introduced her to the guests.

That night, Stella looked like a non-paid housemaid that was hired by the Conrad family. She was

completely occupied with work yet she did not get a single compliment but contempt look that saw her

as a trouble instead. After that, she stayed at the corner all the time and when she faced those mocking

remarks, she did not retort but lowered her head silently, staying further away from them.

In Vincent’s mind, Clarence’s wife was a weak and enduring married woman that surrendered to one’s

manipulation, and she would not defend for herself when she was hit or scolded. The aggressive

woman who looked like she was going to chop someone into pieces tonight would definitely not be her.

Clarence was still looking at the place where Stella left and did not utter a word. Vincent coughed and

digressed, “I met Stanford Leif at the entrance just now.” Clarence asked casually, “Who?”

“I am the chief editor of the SG Jewelry Magazine.”

“I kind of recall something.” The Conrad’s had collaborated with SG Jewelry before, and Clarence had

met their chief editor a few times. Vincent sighed and said, “Stanford told me he’s found Sharon, and if

nothing goes wrong, she’ll become the designer of their magazine. I suppose you still remember Miss

Sharon?”

“No.” Why should he remember someone unimportant to him? Vincent said, “Then I suppose you

would at least remember sponsoring the seventh emerging designer competition three years ago?

Sharon won the first place in the contest back then. She initially had the chance to get funded by the

Conrad’s and further study in Paris, but not knowing why, she gave it up.”

“But I heard that she has once sought for the person in charge of the competition and asked whether

she could get cash instead of being funded for her study abroad. The person in charge asked you, but

you rejected, and we never heard from her since then. She was really a talented designer, what a

shame.”

Clarence slowly retrieved his look. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, and whether he had listened

to his words just now or not. “Is that so? I can’t recall.”

As he was on the way of sending them back home, Stanford could clearly sense that Stella’s mood was

much worse than when they were having meal. He could not ask her directly and he glimpsed at

Sherry, raising his eyebrow. Sherry only shook her head lightly and she seemed difficult to explain the

whole situation.

The car was parked downstairs. Stanford spoke, “Miss Radomil, I look forward to your work, and also

our collaboration.” Stella had quite calmed down meanwhile. She got back her mind and nodded.

“Thank you, Mr. Reid. I’ll try my best.” Stanford smiled. “Then I’ll not waste your time any further, get

inside, we’ll see each other next week.”

After reaching home, Sherry asked, “Stella, are you still mad about those two?” Stella was slightly

absent-minded and she exclaimed. She only responded after two seconds. “No, I’m thinking about the

design.” The topic Stanford gave her was “first love”. Sherry said that was the first series they proposed

after hiring designer and the main customer targets were young people. Therefore, the design this time

was quite important to them.

Yet to Stella, the word “first love” was too far away from her and it had already gone blurry. That kind of

excitement that only existed when she was with the person she loved had already eroded until nothing

was left during her three years of marriage with Clarence.

Sherry said, “Speaking of this, I want to ask you, have you not stayed in contact with Horace Jason

anymore?” Stella shook her head lightly. She had won the first place in the emerging designer

competition three years ago. She initially had the chance to study abroad in Paris, but she rejected.

Horace had come to see her for a few times and asked why she refused to go. There were confusion,

loneliness and also disappointment on his face. Yet she still did not have the courage to tell him the

truth and had deleted all his contact details.

What could she say? Could she possibly tell him that when she was brimmed with happiness that night

after getting first place in the competition, she suddenly received the news that Jeffrey Radomil had

owed one million Yuan debt? She still could not recover from the shocking and daunting news until

now.

Sherry let out a sigh and leaned against the couch. “I still feel pity for you and Horace until now. You

were a perfect couple back in school and anyone could tell you like each other, what’s left was you

didn’t admit your relationship. We initially thought you’ll be together after going to Paris, who knows that

would happen…That’s so unfair.”

Stella only spoke after being silent at length, “That’s already the past.”

“Hey, let’s not mention such an unhappy thing anymore. Oh yes, I suddenly remember one of Vivian

Sean’s rumor, listen, she went to shoot for a magazine when she started entering the field, and it

turned out she didn’t even know what a light supplement lamp is, and...”

Sherry told a few jokes and after successfully making her laugh, she chastised Clarence and Vivian for

the whole night full of passion. Yet when Stella was lying on the bed, she still could not help but recall

what Vivian said to her in the washroom. Although Clarence would never say those vulgar words, what

he wanted to convey was exactly the same.

Stella knew she had held Clarence back, therefore during their marriage these three years, she had

tried her best to play her role as a good wife. No matter what nasty things he said to her, or how the

Conrad family mocked her, she would never complain. She knew how much he hated her too. Yet she

would still feel pain when reality resembled a poisoned knife stabbing right into her. Even breathing was

excruciating.

Stella buried her head in the blanket. She remembered something when she was in a state of dreaming

and awake. Three years ago, after knowing Jeffrey had owed a high debt of one million Yuan, she

asked around for money and had even abased herself to ask the person in charge of the competition

whether she could give up the place to further study in Paris and get cash instead.

She could still remember what the person in charge said to her until now. “Miss Sharon, I’m sorry. Our

boss said the chance is for those who truly have the dream to design, not for those who treat this

competition as an opportunity to make money and gain benefits.” Stella was startled for a long while

when she heard that. She went home and scolded that so-called boss for the whole night while crying.

Who wouldn’t wish to have a pure dream?

Few days after that, Jeffrey ran away. The debate came to her house and let her made a choice, which

was either to chop down one of her brother’s hands or her taking the initiative to leave with them. Stella

was left with no choice and without caring for Channing Radial’s devastated cries, she walked out of

the house with them without saying a word.

Those people had sold her to the Twilight Club, which was a money-oriented place that provided rich

people with leisure, alcohol and women. They had adulterated their wine. Although she had prepared

herself to accept her fate, when the plump middle-aged man in his forties or fifties entered, she

suddenly thought of Horace and the promise about going to Paris that she did not fulfill.

Not knowing from where she got the strength, she pushed the middle-aged man away and ran out

while staggering. Someone had been chasing after her from behind. Not knowing how long she ran,

she finally saw a strong but blurry figure at the front. She fell onto the ground and snatched his high

quality suit sleeve. “Please, save me…”