All Chapters of The CEO’s Ex Wife Returns With A Baby : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Flynn looked down at her, looking more than a little sheepish, a small smile playing on his lips. She was only able to focus on the incident involving Flynn and the girl in the garden. "No, thank you, Mr. Flynn." She turned him down as nicely as she could. Flynn gave her a displeased look. "Do you even know who I am?" "Well... The Andrew Group is extremely famous in B City, so I think everyone here knows who you are." Flynn leaned on his car's window and stared at her for a long period. "Have you been crying?" Startled by his query, she tried to grin but quickly shook her head. "No!" Flynn grinned. "When a woman exhibits her feminine traits, she is liked. Were you in the garden hiding behind the tree?" She didn't say anything, but her countenance did somewhat shift. Red in the eyes, she gave him a stubborn look. She chose to remain silent since she was unable to lie. Flynn found the whole thing fascinating. "I saw that Clarence abandoned you. Would you mind getting int

That night, Stella had a dream…. More than a month ago, she dreamed about the events of that fatal night. The man gave her a close hug and gave her a deep, eager kiss. He blew into her ear and she felt his hot breath on her neck. When she finally opened her eyes, she was so heated that she rolled over and kicked off the quilt. It was early dawn, with the open window letting in a gentle glow from the sun and the crisp morning air easing some of her tension. It has been a very long time. Why was that man still appearing in her dreams? The man was quite strong in her dream. But she was no longer able to hear his voice. Stella felt a tickle in her throat and wiped the perspiration from her forehead. She coughed a few times while covering her mouth, then realized Clarence was still asleep. She strained to get a better look at him as he lay nearby on the bed. Fortunately, Clarence remained asleep, although she tried not to cough too loudly for fear of awakening him. Still, her neck

"If you know what is good for you, you should leave the Conrad family as quickly as you can." The servant assumed Stella was afraid when she didn't reply, so she kept berating her haughtily. "You are well aware that the Conrad family is unmatched by the Radomil family. Why have you remained with the Conrad family for such a long time, knowing this?” Looking down, Stella saw that her clothing were spilling the noxious liquid onto the floor and were completely covered in milk. There were pools of milk, an empty milk cup, and pieces of egg all over the place. Stella would have realized she looked like a drowned mouse if she had had a mirror. A perplexed male voice asked from behind them, "What's going on?" With an air of deference, the maid turned away from her and stared attentively at her feet while Jude Conrad approached them with his briefcase. He was calm at first, but his expression quickly changed to one of wrath when he saw Stella seated in the chair, drenched in milk and

She looked at him, trying not to lose her composure. "I guess I'll be going now." Even after she had been there for a few moments, he remained silent. She eventually turned around and walked away. She was scolding herself nonstop. How could she have been so naive as to believe he had called off their collaboration? He could never have done such a thing for someone he detested. particularly if it would harm his family's reputation in addition to his own. "Stella, you are incredibly credulous." ***** When she got back to the Conrad residence after work, a servant informed her that Mr. Greg was looking for her in the study. She tugged at the bottom of her clothes, recalling what had happened the previous time. There was nothing else for it. She could only nod and make her way to the study. The pressure inside the study was significant in comparison to the pressure she had experienced previously. As she came in, Mr. Greg, who was seated in front of the desk, looked up. "Mr.

She was surprised by the strong voice. She approached slowly toward him, holding her towel tighter. But before she could go too near to him, she pulled away and bit her lower lip. "What can I do for you?" He answered in a caustic voice with no feeling in his eyes, "Help me to bed," Her shoulders eased. All he wanted was for her to get him into bed. She was capable of doing that. She had to hold herself up because she was still wearing a bath towel. "Is it okay if I change before I assist you? I simply neglected to bring clothes inside the restroom." He gave her a silent stare. She bit her lower lip and drew the towel tighter around her. "Just a moment." He remained silent. She moved toward her clothes, knowing that she could not possibly help him while wearing a bath towel. Turning, she ran to the bed, grabbed some clean clothing, and hurried into the bathroom, realizing that he was not going to stop her. She hurried out again a little later. Her shoulder was visible because