Joseph’s remarks felt like a stomach punch. She could only cast a sorrowful glance downward. "I know..." It was only after Joseph noticed her change in attitude that he realized his tone was overly serious. "Ms. Radomil, I realize what I'm saying is terrible, but you should comprehend what I'm saying. In any case, you are not allowed to bring this up again. If not, there is nothing I can do to relieve your problems." Joseph finished up, turned around, and walked away. If Stella was a rational person, she would decide to keep what she heard to herself. After five more minutes of standing still against the wall, she knocked on the door. "Come in." There was rage tinged with a sense of coldness and indifference in Clarence’s voice. When she came in, she saw that he was gazing out the French window, enjoying the city views, rather than sat as he typically did behind his desk. A depressive stillness hung over the room as she crept forward, the coldness in his voice lingering in
Stella was terrified to go back to the Conrad’s . Rather, she spent some time at Riley’s residence and then, grudgingly, left that evening for home. She came up with a scheme to avoid speaking with Clarence while driving. Before he found out she was home, she was going to take a bath right away, crawl beneath the blanket, and turn out the lights. Seeing as how she was asleep, she reasoned that he wouldn't force her out of the bed. She was surprised, though, that he arrived home earlier than normal. He had just taken a shower when she came inside. He was drying his hair with a towel, and Joseph stood behind him. He glanced at Stella for a brief moment before turning away. He was not paying any attention to her. That seemed like a good thing for her. She went to a corner, got herself some clothing, and entered the bathroom, intending to take as long as possible in her bath. She continued to fear having to face him, so she spent as much time as she could in the restroom. When a kn
He did not consider her credible. He was almost amazed at how good of an actress she was being, and he sneered down at her. "I don't care if you're pretending to be pitiful." The figure on the ground was motionless. His brows went up. "Are you done acting?" She remained motionless for a moment. He leaned forward in his wheelchair, narrowing his gaze and beginning to guess. It was then that he noticed her lips had completely lost their color and her face had turned as pale as a piece of paper. He felt his heart grow cold when he realized what was happening. ********** Twenty minutes later, he sat in the wheelchair in the hospital hallway, looking downcast. He was staring out the small window of the room in front of him, watching Joseph talking to a doctor. When he was done, after a few moments, he left the room and approached Clarence . "What happened to her?" Clarence questioned in a subdued manner. "The physician stated that she is sick and exhausted, and that she also has a
Having worked with Clarence for a long time, Joseph’s earlier that day's actions were obviously... Though some things are better left unsaid or undone, he believed he could give it a shot. He didn't dare imagine the motive behind it. Clarence looked at Stella for a long while, and then something clicked. He didn't own the child, no matter how pathetic she attempted to be. An adopted kid wasn't deserving of sympathy! He had his face fixed on his. "What are you saying?" "N-nothing, shall we go on?" "Yes." Joseph recognized Clarence didn't want her to be perceived as weak by other men; whether or not she kept the child was another story. "Please put her on the stretcher as quickly as possible. Next, take her to the physician's office." "Yes!" Joseph and Clarence were the only ones remaining in the room when she was carried away. Joseph hesitated for a long moment, staring at Clarence’s back. Then he cleared his throat gently. "Mr. Conrad, do you want me to push you down to
He withdrew from her when he felt a quick, intense ache in his bottom lip. "It seems that Mrs. Conrad not only likes to bark, but bite as well." He extended his arm to dab at the blood on his lips. He was an extremely attractive man who liked to frown, which accentuated his rough features. When he did grin, it accentuated his remarkable features even more. But the grin that lit up his face was as terrifying as a lion realizing what it was hunting. His lips stained with blood made him appear even more gorgeous than he already was. At last, she managed to shove him away with enough leverage, and she hurried to the corner. “ Clarence, tell me what you want. Have you forgotten our agreement already? What were you doing right now if you stated you didn't want me to touch you?" He remained silent and gave her a cold look. She bit her lip, pulled down her shirt, and gave him a resolute look. He wanted to take her more and more the more stubborn she acted. She was expecting a bastard a
Once more walking down the hall, She paused when she rounded the corner and saw two men standing in front of her. Clarence’s icy gaze was fixed on her as he sat in his wheelchair with Joseph standing next to him. She would have turned around and left right away if she had continued to act with her previous attitude. However, Stella’s opinion of Clarence abruptly changed after she learned that both his brother and grandfather disapproved of him. Nevertheless, she was still aware that he had coerced her into having an abortion. She continued to turn and want to go, though. Clarence cried, "Stop!" She just stood there, looking at him with her head twisted. "What is it?" "Despite being my assistant, you have been absent from work for the past two days without providing an explanation. Do you still want to work for yourself?”Stella recalled what Greg had told her as Clarence talked. She responded in a casual manner, remembering that her goal was to watch him rather than functi
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the contract tightly, causing her knuckles to turn white. She took the pen out of its packaging, signed her name at the bottom, and closed the bag. She was then prepared to go. Clarence expressed satisfaction by raising his eyebrows. "Women who can be bought by money are so easy to deal with." He frowned and looked up at her when she slapped the contract onto the desk the following second. "You are not required to pay me. I have my own motives for remaining here. I appreciate that you didn't make me have an abortion, but it doesn't mean you can use money to make me feel inferior." He scoffed. There was mockery in his eyes. "Don't women like you see money as the entire world?" "You!" Her hands were clasped. She was just interested in arguing with him. But after a moment, she relaxed her grip and grinned. “Okay, so I guess I am that kind of person if that's how you see me. We only take from one another what we require. The contract is previously
Clarence felt his warning as she fixed her gaze on the salesperson. He would see to it that she was fired if she was unable to perform her duties properly. He was, after all, a guy in a powerful position. Thus, the salesperson quickly picked out the most elegant dress in the store and led Stella to the changing area. "This is the most expensive dress we have, so I'll help you change." "No, I can do it myself." Even as a little child, Stella never liked having people around her once she shifted. The salesperson turned pale. "What's the matter with you? You'll have to pay for it if you ruin this outfit because it's so expensive." "What? Examine your attire. They're just clothes from a department store. Without that man out there, you would never be able to shop here!" Stella changed on her own a few times, and the salesperson realized she was a target for bullying, so she took a gamble. Stella remained silent. The salesperson's accurate assessment of her embarrassed her. “All oka