All Chapters of The CEO’s Ex Wife Returns With A Baby: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The banquet was booked at a well-known eatery serving regional specialties. Stella spotted Alexander waiting for her at the door when she came downstairs. She turned to face Alexander, who spotted her too. He gestured to her, "Stella, over here." Stella approached. “I apologize, but there was a traffic jam. I'm running a little behind." Alexander timidly stroked his head, seemingly still a little ashamed of what had transpired the night before. “It's okay. Mr. Conrad is still not here. The weather is chilly. Come with me inside." Stella was escorted by Alexander to a VIP box containing a handful of his company's senior executives and managers. Alexander presented each of them to Stella one by one. "I've heard Alex mention you a lot of times, Ms. Radomil," smiled Alexander's direct manager after the introduction. “You truly are stunning." "How lucky you are!" he whispered in Alexander's ear as he spoke, giving him a pat on the shoulders. With shyness, Alexander

Unconsciously, Stella moved to stand in front of Clarence to conceal him. "Ms. Anderson, nobody. a buddy of mine. "I" She was completely unaware, though, that Clarence was much taller than she was. There was no hiding him from her. Stella was not the focus of Dolores' glance when she turned to face her. She had her eyes on the man standing behind Stella. There was silence for a few seconds, and then Stella heard the sound of Clarence's voice, which was as cold as ice. "I'm leaving now." "Huh?" She had just spoken to him in such an impolite manner, but he chooses to go. She questioned why he had changed his mind so quickly. Clarence marched off for a few feet, and Dolores called out to him once again, "Clare, wait..." Clarence strolled off, as if he hadn't heard it. Stella was shocked and stunned, frozen in place. She saw Dolores appeared pallid. She followed Clarence out before realizing what was going on. Confusion also enveloped Nathan, who was standing outside the hou

Stella wondered if Dolores took her word for it. "Leave it to me," said the latter, taking over the insulating bucket. “You are welcome to go upstairs and rest." Then she went into the kitchen. Stella felt a little sleepy now as she didn't get much sleep the night before. She headed upstairs, yawning. It was six o'clock in the evening when she finally woke up. She noticed the evening glow filling the entire sky when she woke up. When Stella came downstairs, Dolores wasn't in the kitchen. When she looked next door, Evelyn wasn't there either. Other than them, the few residences in the area were quiet while they prepared dinner. There was nothing she could hear. The street lighting were turned on one by one, shimmering the entire river as the final vestige of the evening glow vanished. Finding a street with such a lengthy history that was both serene and long was just too difficult. Stella was deep in concentration when Evelyn appeared behind her. She gave Stella a shoulde

"Ms. Beckham, I..." "Stella, please let me finish my words. Since you moved here, I know you have a difficult life, but I'm afraid to remind you of something sad and upset you," Evelyn said with a somber expression. “As a result, neither Ms. Anderson nor I felt like talking to you about it. You are aware of my straightforwardness, nevertheless. I had to say something right away because I can't stand it any longer-“ Evelyn paused before stating, "Your ex-husband is truly a scumbag." Stella couldn't say anything. Clarence turned to face Evelyn, perplexed. Dolores touched Evelyn's arm and gestured for her to stop swearing before she continued. "Dolores, please don't stop me," Evelyn said. “Now that we've come this far, I have to wrap up. Stella, let him go. Enjoy the opportunity as it is." "Ms. Beckham, you've understood it," Stella swiftly murmured, feeling the waves of coolness close to her. “He and I got a smooth divorce. It differs from your initial thoughts." "A h

When Stella woke up the next day, the sun was beaming through the window. She went downstairs, yawning. She noticed someone sitting in the yard momentarily. Without glancing, she said, "Good morning, Ms. Anderson. “ Nearly 10 o'clock has arrived. morning?" Stella was taken aback. Rubbing her eyes, she saw that the person seated at the stone table was not Ms. Anderson. Rather, Clarence was the one consuming breakfast. Surprised, Stella asked, "Where is Ms. Anderson?" "She's out." With a gawk, Stella asked, "Why are you here?" With a peek in her direction, Clarence turned around. His tone was cold as he asked, "Why can't I be here?" That was logical. He's Ms. Anderson's son, anyway. He was here for justifiable reasons. Stella pondered whether the mother and son were now at peace. "If you continue getting lost here, you can have lunch directly," said Clarence, removing his gaze when he noticed Stella's constant changes in expression. Stella did not regain