Clarence’s campaign was overly bizarre. It wasn't until he calmed down that he felt uneasy. Unlike the lady who had pushed him earlier, the one in his arms was too silent. He bowed his head to look her in the eyes. Her eyes were as serene as a lake without waves, despite the rage and dismay that was present. What was happening? She didn't even respond when he treated her so rudely? "Clarence, are you jealous?" Stella asked as she blinked and looked at him for a moment. Clarence:..... Stella kept blinking as she gazed deeply into his eyes, as though she was attempting to read his emotions. "Are you?" When he failed to respond, Stella felt compelled to re-ask. Clarence: Alright. She questioned him calmly if he was jealous, even though he was rude and upset with her. With a low voice, Stella asked as she cast her gaze down at the ripped blue suit, "If you are not jealous, what are you tearing them for?" She was now clinging on Clarence, wearing only the snug clothing.
The door was shut, and the two of them were the only sounds in the enormous meeting room. Particularly her , whose breathing was incredibly erratic because she had just been stunned. For a long while, the two maintained their original position. Stella felt a tremor emanate from his chest, and she heard his words—clear and icy. "How long do you want to sit?" With a start, Stella responded angrily and raised her head. Clarence just so happened to bow his head. Stella’s broad clothing hid most of her body. She lifted her head, exposing only her face. She had a sorry look in her eyes since the corners were still crimson. Clarence felt as though someone was holding his heart. With his thin lips pressed firmly together, he asked in a chilly tone a second later, "Am I good-looking?" Stella regained consciousness. Those people had scared away the wrath that had surfaced earlier, and now her heart was racing, fearing that someone else might approach and force open the door. “Jose
Upon hearing this, Stella suddenly lifted her gaze and gave him a cutting look while clarifying, "I will wash it for you." "How?" Clarence sent her a sarcastic glare and said, "By hands?" With a blink, she said, "Of course not, I will send it to the dry cleaner." Despite her lack of wealth, she had common sense enough to know that suits—especially ones this valuable—should never be cleaned in water. "Heh, you are not too ignorant." "But do you think I will wear it after washing it?" Clarence asked with a sneer. She pressed her lips together and said nothing. Clarence stated, "The suit was worn by you. Even when you wash it, I won't wear it. You're just a slut, even though you appeared to be innocent." It's just a suit, Stella could not take it anymore. “Did I implore you to give it to me? You applied it to me. If you believed it to be filthy, why didn't you wash your hands after touching me in the conference room” Clarence: Alright. How in the hell? Joseph observed S
"Well, Clarence and I are half-brothers." Jude said quietly, "Things are a little tricky, but Clare is unusual in that he seems to get along with us despite having grown up outside and visiting a few years ago. In addition to being agitated, he had a leg injury. Clare endured a great deal, and Grandpa intended to make up for it by giving him the presidency. He could do it, of course. He would have that depending on his abilities even if Grandpa had not given him that position.” Stella: This is not the kind of story she was expecting. Clarence, though, was raised outside? And they were brothers by half? A sensation that cannot be described fills her heart at the possibility that Clarence’s mother is a mistress. Most likely as a result of her past mistress status, so ... Stella pursed her lips as she thought about this and the Clarence appearance. Was this the reason he was agitated? "Don't mention it in front of Clare, or he will be angry." Jude gave her a sliver of a smile. "Can y
When Stella regained consciousness and noticed Riley hesitantly elucidating to her, she attempted a smile. "I'm not blaming you, I was just thinking about things." "What's wrong?" 'Are you scared that you won't be able to find him?' Riley said, glancing at her anxiously and reaching out to take her hand. “Don't worry, Lala—I'll locate that man for you, I promise!" Stella burst out laughing as she saw Riley reassuring herself, asking, "Ri , why are you so silly? You continue to put forth a lot of effort for me, but this is my business." "Because we are good friends, but....." After giving it some thought, Riley continued after a pause, "We will always be good friends, right?" Nodding, Stella said, "Of course." "If one day I do something wrong to you, will you forgive me?" How come? Something wrong with me?" Stella asked, not understanding. "You know I am not a careful person, maybe I will accidentally make a mistake, you must forgive me." Stella You always act irrespons
Stella was so distraught that she went back to her room. She went inside, kicked off her shoes, put on her slippers, and went to her bed. She sat dejectedly on her bed and gazed blankly at the bank card. How should one proceed? How was she going to break the news to Riley? Oh my. The Rec family and the Conrad family were on an equal footing, but the Conrad family was difficult to work with. Suddenly feeling the air cool, she looked up and encountered a set of intensely frigid eyes. Startled, she let go of her bank card, which snapped and dropped to the chilly floor. Both of them glanced over simultaneously. Stella’s face turned pale at once, and she got to her feet, saying, "I can explain!" "You are really out of my expectation." Clarence laughed hysterically. He had profound eyes. She felt afraid; they were like black surges moving in unknown oceans. Stella: "This is why you married into the Conrad family, right? Heh, the old man is quite generous, but are you worth th
What good is it if she came clean? Stella remained silent. With a sour voice, she angrily shoved Jude’s hand away and shouted, "Go away, I want to be alone." Jude, who had been shoved aside, grinned at her instead of becoming irate. He rose and took a seat next her, resting his back on the tree much as she did. "If I leave, you will be crying alone and more upset." Jude softly said, "In really, spending time alone is the worst method to deal with a bad mood since you have too much time to reflect about it. However, you will gradually forget the cause of your melancholy if you have someone to chat to." His tone grew progressively melancholy. Stella turned to face him dumbly and asked, "Have you ever been this sad before?" "It works," Jude said, peering into her eyes. “You gradually start to show concern for me." Stella discovered that it truly was that way. Turning to face Jude from the front, she sucked her nose, wiped her face with her outstretched hands, and looked aside.
"I ought to put that question to you. You often found yourself in front of her after she had arranged for you to have a wife. My, I am aware of your goal.” "Jude came across me by chance." "Is that accurate? Was it a scheduled appointment or was it inadvertent?” Clarence glanced at her , and said as much. Stella balled her fist and looked directly into Clarence’s eyes. "Whatever you think," she said, defying everyone's expectation that she would explain. “In any case, I don't need to explain; you are self-righteous and won't listen to other people." "Stella!" Jude scowled a little, not sure why Stella was still resisting at this point and needed to argue with Clarence. "This is none of your business." Stella shoved Jude aside, obstructing the front with her small frame. “Do you not consider me to be a slut? Nevermind, it's true what you see. I asked Jude to come over because I am that kind of person." Clarence looked at her, his eyes suddenly chilly. "Do you know what you ar