Clarence , like an ancient machine, undid his buttons. Stella partly opened her eyes and studied it silently. They were out of breath. Clarence abruptly sprang up from the wheelchair and held Stella up after unfastening the final button. The Bewildered Stella did not stop to consider how a man with a disability could get out of his wheelchair all of a sudden. She was brought into the bedroom and laid down on the plush bed. A thick, sweaty body crushed against her as her head touched the pillow. His hands were hot on her waist, and there was a strong smell of his all around her. "Permit me to ask you one final question. Are you certain?" Stella"....." "No regrets?" With his thin lip resting on her upper lip, he squinted and drew nearer to her, whispering, "Do you know who I am? If not, I won't assist you.” Stella remained silent. "Huh?" "Who am I?" He asked as he lifted her up and undid the button on her butt. "Er..." she opened her eyes and met the man's gaze with re
Standing in front of the mirror, she gave her a disbelieving look. Her neck bore several strong streaks of purple and green. She was no stranger to such traces. But only once. That was the soggy evening after her recent divorce from Shawn. That weird man had stolen her virginity. She tried to take a bath after running screaming from her house and discovered several kisses on her neck. Similar to how it is right now... After being surprised for almost a full ten seconds, she abruptly lowered her head and looked. True enough, her advertisement body was covered in marks. She was lost in thought. How could she have forgotten? Flynn gave her a medication last night while the room was lighted with incense. She was so preoccupied with whether Clarence had been drugged that she failed to recognize that she had. She was unable to recall the remainder. Clarence, however, lacked power. She lost control of her shaking and collapsed on the ground. "Mrs. Conrad, what's the matter?" Nann
Clarence raised his hands in the air. He was giving her a scowl. What was this woman going through? Instead of speaking with him, Stella buried her face in the duvet, hiding scars on her neck. Clarence was not happy to see her hide the marks. "What are you doing?" She hid below the quilt, just showing Clarence her head on the outside. "Last night you..." She was unable to talk and stammered. Clarence gave her a stern look and said, "What?" "Did you?" She wanted to bite her lower lip instinctively again, but she restrained herself from doing so after he mentioned that she constantly bit her lips. "What?" He questioned her who he was at the crucial moment since he understood that she had gone insane at the moment and might not have known. Clarence felt uneasy as she called his name aloud. He wondered if she recalled what had happened the night before when she asked about it now. She gave him a long, fixed look. "When i asked you to leave, did you leave?" She inhaled dee
"Impotent?" Clarence asked, his eyes deep and keen, "Who told you?" His hard, piercing stare caused her to swallow uncontrollably as she said, "The people outside." "Oh, you do accept them? Do you not realize that I am impotent?” Clarence abruptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her in. Stella cried out and yanked the hand away! "Have a good feel, am I impotent?" Stella’s thoughts froze. She bit him on the shoulder out of fear, but as he started to hurt, she withdrew her hand. "Clarence, you rascal!" "Who am I? You begged me last night; why didn't you call me a rascal?" He nibbled her chin with an unpleasant look and said, "Do you really think of yourself as a wild cat? You bite me all the time." She reddened. Why had Clarence’s attitude toward her changed, in her opinion? "Remember!" He said in a hard whisper, "From now on, you are my woman.” Stella gasped. How did he say it? "Don't contact with your ex-husband, or Jude, or any other man, or even look at them." Stella ".
She was still worried about him last night, not about herself. At the most crucial moment, the heart was visible. She hurried to shield him even though she had no idea he could evade it the last time Flynn picked up a chair and tossed it at him. The chair would have toppled on her if he had not gotten away from it in time. Because of her diminutive size, the impact would be unbearable. Looking back, Clarence was terrified. What about her, though? Why, she wondered, had she approached him so quickly and desperately? Clarence glanced at the woman in bed and said, "Think of this." Or did she depart from his preconceived notions? All that could be heard in the silent room were the sounds of two people breathing and their hearts beating. Clarence closed the magazine and put it back into the bag with care. He approached her, who had slept off. Stella has a traditional oval face with three-dimensional facial characteristics. She rarely paid attention to what she wore or applied cos
Achoo—As she slept off, Stella sneezed out of the blue and jerked awake. She took a long, sleepy gaze at the room's ceiling before realizing that she had an instinctual desire to pull the quilt. However, before she could react, a set of hands tugged the quilt faster than she could. Upon glancing at the man, she said, "Mr. Conrad..." She desired to take a seat. "You have slept for thirty minutes and kicked the quilt. Do you think you are a child?" Clarence asked her, glancing at her. Stella became motionless and gave him a confused expression. What ailed him? "I - I don't know." Eventually, all she could do was stutter and explain. Although it appeared that she was in the habit of kicking the quilt, she had no idea that Clarence would cover her up. "Stupid." Clarence gave her a quick glance before averting his gaze. She reddened and felt the need to bite her bottom lip. Clarence asked at this point, "Do you want to add a new wound?" She stopped her motion then and gav
“ What a bitch of a son! You have no business hurting him in that way. Do you not want to clarify? Would you like to see the Conrad family destroyed?” "Grandpa, Clarence has his own reason," Jude remarked. “ Flynn may have truly insulted Clarence this time, but he never cared for anyone before. Clarence, you ought to at least discuss the circumstances with the families. Flynn offended you in what way?” “Oh, what right do you have to know about my business?" Stella was aware that Clarence was incredibly conceited and did not want her to become entangled. However, there was no justification for him to shoulder the entire burden. It was her moment to take the lead. She didn't want him to shoulder the blame each time. Before Greg lost his temper, her thought caught his attention. "Because of me." She moved aside, obstructing Clarence’s silhouette. Clarence scowled. "Who told you to talk?" Stella’s expression was pale, but she answered, "It's because Flynn kidnapped me!" since s
"Why?" Clarence asked with narrowed eyes, "Do you have dissent?" Startled, Stella lowered her gaze and subtly said, "No." She was the only one who found it odd that this man had previously detested her so much, but now he changed his view simply because he had slept with her? This sounded off. She wanted to know if it bothered him that the child she carried wasn't his. Stella, though, swallowed it back. For what was she anticipating? He intended to abort her previous child since he disliked the youngster. They came to an agreement, and she agreed to depart in six months, even though she had no idea why he had suddenly altered his mind. Upon returning to the room, Stella was silent. Clarence gave her back two cell phones. "That woman gave it to you?" Stella was initially taken aback until realizing that "that woman" was Riley. "Don't say that, Riley has a name!" she scowled. She asked while inputting her fingerprint, "You did not touch my phone, did you?" Clarence asked