"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
"Assistant Radomil, is it easy to climb Mr. Conrad’s bed?" One of them wore a coquettish outfit. With the deepest disdain, she fixed Stella with her gaze. Stella’s cheeks turned pale at once. "What do you mean?" "Literally, is that how you got into your assistant position?" That woman bit her lip. "Yes, Kylie , she is shameless." Stella’s lips went pale, and her chopsticks clasped hard. "Tell me how you seduced Clarence , who is a cripple and imponent?" "What did you just say?" asked Stella. "You gave me some advice. We are requesting tips from you in order to become assistants." Despite her anger at being insulted, Stella set down her chopsticks upon hearing that Clarence was disabled. "Who do you say is crippled?" Stella gained unexpected momentum, shocking the women. After giving her a long, hard look, they finally realized what was going on and scoffed, saying, "Don't you know who is crippled? Why inquire?" "Oh, she was favored by Mr. Conrad now, so watch your mou
Stella entered the restroom. She was repulsed by the stink emanating from her body. However, she was furious. She and Clarence were made fun of by those who worked for Conrad Group. For Stella, the idea that his own employees were covertly making fun of him for his disability and impotence really infuriated her. Why could these individuals laugh at others with such abandon? How could it benefit them? Stella was soaked by shower water that cascaded down from the top of her head. She turned on the bathroom drain and removed her foul-smelling clothing. The man who spit beside the hot water was hurting. Subconsciously, she retreated two paces. When Jude’s voice from outside spoke, she instinctively gave herself a hug. "Stella, it contains shower gel. My assistant will visit you later; I'm heading off." "Oh, ok..." she gave a nod. She needed a bath because she was now excessively filthy. After twenty minutes, there was a knock on the door and someone entered. "Who is it?" Stella
Clarence’s look was ignored by her, who lowered his gaze. All she knew was that Clarence was berating her. He held her accountable. Who would want his staff and assistant to fight, after all? Stella didn't realize at first that he was holding her in his arms. Her eyes widened unavoidably. Clarence brought the wheelchair over to her and embraced her. Then she felt someone pinch her chin. Clarence compelled her to look up into his eyes. "You know what's enraged me?” She was enveloped in his icy, manly scent. She shook her head, too stunned to think. "I already knew what happened." "What? You're aware of that? However, why?" "All I wanted to do was ask you what it would be. However, you withheld the truth from me." Clarence’s finger flinches her forehead violently at the words. Stella covered her forehead, clearly in discomfort. "It hurts, huh?" Clarence scoffed. "What do you exactly mean?" asked Stella. "Don't fight with anyone else again." stated Clarence. Her face wa
185 By the time Stella opened her eyes, she felt so weak that she was unable to stand up. Glancing up, she saw everyone looking at her and it then it dawned on her what took place before. “It’s alright Stella, the police has taken Kelvin and his accomplice away.” Clarence said as Stella froze in fear. “Clarence I..” Stella wanted to talk but she wept instead. She had been so scared thinking Kelvin succeeded in taking advantage of her before dozing off, but now that Clarence had told her that Kelvin got caught, she heaved a sign of relived. Clarence then held her arms and said, “in the past I used to believe that you had only become a substitute bride and got married to me because of my money, and I hated you for that. But now I know the reason why you got married to me in the first place. I also accused you of seducing men, and did other things to test you and see if you’ll truly pass my test and you did,” “So But today, I want to reveal the secret that I had kept a long t
184 "You can't get away." Kelvin put his hand on hers and held her slender wrist. It was vulgar because he dropped his with deliberateness. "Everyone is at the banquet, and there will be more fantastic events following the swimming competition. Nobody is going to come save you, not even if you flee. Accepting me will ensure that I treat you gently." "Let me go!" Stella gave him a firm handshake and took a few backward steps. What had gone wrong with her? Why did her hands and legs lack strength? Her beautiful cheeks were growing redder and redder as she stared at her shaking fingers. She felt as though a constant stream of hot air was emerging from her stomach. It was recognizable. Just like the time Flynn took her away and locked her in the room! Was she drugged once more? The instant this thought crossed her mind, she became desperate. “I tried to convince you to be with me, Stella, but you refused, so I had to do this, you know. I really enjoy you. I promise that no
With a blush on his face, Zach candidly explained to Stella. “Zach Filler is my name, and I am FIL Group's only son. Playing baseball and racing are my pastimes. I'd like to become friends with you." Stella, "........ John, "..." Riley pouted and uttered a sardonic, "FIL Group? Who believe you to be? Do you want to become our friends? Examine your deservingness." Everyone's face changed at the words. Zach looked at Riley , his face going pale and him frozen in place. Even though Stella didn't want to listen to him, she glanced at Riley in shock because she found Riley’s remarks to be too harsh and unbelievable. Riley believed she had a lot of respect since she came into the Red family. She was always haughty and in charge. People dared not touch her because she was true to herself. She always pretended to be a refined lady in front of Stella, but when she saw Zach, she forgot. Riley gave a gentle grin as she considered this. "Lala, I apologize for what I said. I simply p
The game started shortly after the minutes passed. Many girls applied for the girl competition after learning that the winner would receive surprise awards. Nara and Lily both applied for it. They returned and noticed Stella sitting there, so they had to come over and say a few snarky things. “This guy is new to our department, right? Why remain in a daze here?" “Yes, how about entering the competition? People such as yourself shouldn't be the most forceful, right?” With a fixed gaze, John asked, "What do you want?" "Nothing, just to see her." "Are you sure you won't apply for it?" Staring at Stella, Lily questioned. Stella gave her a quick glance. "Is there a rule that I must attend?" "You!" Lily felt enraged. At first, she believed there was a chance to hurt her, but she decided not to take part. “How much does it concern you if she chooses not to participate? You are welcome to participate. With all the others, why even bother?" John furiously stared at the two w
With this thought in mind, Stella closed her eyes and gazed silently at the glistening water. "Sorry, I didn't think that much..." Riley gave a mortifying little smile. With a snort and a mumble about having a lousy idea, John turned to face Stella and behaving like an antipath. "Charge up your phone so we can take pictures later when they are in competition." Riley asked as she had an epiphany, "Will everyone be present when the competition is on?" "Yes, everyone will come, and there will be judges," John said with a nod. "Are only men allowed to compete?" John turned to face Riley and asked, "What do you mean?" "I mean, men can compete, so can we girls." With a brilliant light in her eyes, Joh said, "Yes, but... They didn't make such arrangements and girls couldn't attend." "Isn't that easy?" Riley grinned, reached across to take Stella’s arm, and waved to him nearby, "Mr. Jude!" Riley’s cry caught other people's attention, and Jude turned to face her. His eyes were
Clarence gave her a feral look as he stared. She bit her lip and squinted, saying, "No!" "Do you want to walk around dressed like that?" Her neck was long and fair; she straightened her waist and lifted her chin slightly. "This is how everyone dresses. Why isn't one able to? Since you consider me to be a wantonly woman and you dislike whatever I wear. So why should it matter to me what you think?" Clarence scowled. After saying these things, she turned around and walked away, carefully lowering the shawl to reveal her lovely shoulders. Joseph says, "....." She had a tiger on her back! Clarence’s hands were clinched into fists, and his breath turned chilly. He cast a sardonic glance at that mysterious figure. "Mr. Conrad..... Shall we... bring Mrs. Conrad back?" stammered Joseph , standing behind him. "Who gave you permission to call her that?" "Did I make a mistake?" Joseph asked, swallowing a mouthful of spittle anxiously. When he addressed her as Mrs. Conrad in fron
"Zach Filler, enough. Do you think she is an ordinary woman? She stands together with Miss Red," Zavi remarked. “We can't afford to provoke her, even though she might be a group member's kid." They were a bunch of mostly womanizing individuals. They only played with ladies who lacked wealth and influence since those things could always be resolved with money. They followed regulations. They did not play with wealthy ladies, in contrast to Flynn Andrew, who, as you may recall, "got destroyed by playing with rich women." Although the Andrew Group held significant power in B City, it was eventually eliminated. “ How come we haven't seen her previously if she was a group member's daughter? It was an unknown group, even though she is." "Simple, investigate her." Stella located a seat and wrapped the shawl snugly around her. Riley could not resist making fun of her. What makes you so timid? The purpose of the clothing was to be worn and displayed to others. What is the cover art fo
That final comment seemed almost like a question. Stella had never seen Riley so dominant that she wasn't sure if her feelings were justified. After some while, Stella gave her a look. "Ri, what's wrong with you?" After hearing that, Riley abruptly regained consciousness and realized she was overexcited. She scoffed, dropped her eyes, and shook her head. "What's the matter with me? I have revealed the truth to you. Why? I'm hoping you can leave this situation as quickly as possible. But even though he was directly in front of you, you were too afraid to acknowledge or even speak about it. I wonder if you like Clarence, but I'm not sure what's on your mind." "Actually... I don't know." Stella’s cast her gaze down, gloomy. "I don't think I should like him, but..." Riley worried when she saw her entangled. Was her admiration for Clarence genuine? "However, what? Do you not see that? He's not at all fond of you." Riley realized she had said something unguarded and regretted
Holding a box, Stella stood at the company's door, waiting for Riley. Riley unlocked Clarence’s car and shoved him down as it came to a halt. With a smile, she asked, "Lala, what is your hand?" Stella experienced a vision similar to a sharp knife striking her body as she spoke. Clarence’s sight was as horrifying as a deadly serpent, causing her to shrink backward and clutch the box firmly in her breast. Clarence saw this as a subliminal action, yet she still treated the box as a prize. She had nothing when she got in the car, but when she got out, she had a box. What was meant by that? What a considerate woman, oh. "Nothing." Riley smiled, moved closer to Stella, and shoved Clarence forward as Stella clutched the bag tightly and said. Stella could feel Clarence’s icy breath all over her. She retreated a step, attempting to pull herself from the embrace of his icy breath. “Is that a gift from Jude, Stella? You entered the automobile without bringing this box?" Stella’s fac