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
Clarence gave her a passionate kiss, his lips rather parched and icy. He gave her a firm yet domineering kiss on her velvety lips. Clarence’s kiss on her was an unknown reason to her. Why? Clarence kissed her repeatedly while holding the back of her head. His actions were impolite and appeared to be motivated by rage. Clarence wanted nothing more than to kiss her after she had left Drea's house biting her lower lip and sporting a pink lipstick. His desire increased when she entered the car and began to subtly entice him. Until he noticed Flynn holding her so close to him, he was annoyed. Clarence wanted to kiss her merely to let his frustration out. When he planted a kiss on her sleepy head, she turned to stare at him in shock. Clarence believed that she was not enjoying his kiss, which made him even more enraged. He pulled her onto his lap and put his other arm around her waist. Because she was so little, he had no trouble pulling her over and letting her sprawl in his ar
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
"You bastard!" Clarence was staring at her breast, so she reprimanded him and stepped back a little. He stumbled as a result and fell off the bed when she moved aside. "Oh, my god!" She gave him a startled look for just a second before snapping out of it and sprinting to embrace him. When she caught him, she almost fell because of their height difference. Luckily, she had enough muscle to turn him in the direction of the wheelchair. After making sure she was on solid ground, she worriedly questioned, "Are you okay?" Clarence was upset because he wasn't used to being in such a risky situation. "Of course I'm not!" "I apologize! I apologized so much to him; it wasn't my intention to make you almost fall," she added. "Fortunately, I got you." Clarence remained silent. Rather, with her assistance, he lowered himself into the wheelchair. She eventually managed to get his safely in his wheelchair, but it took a lot of work and almost went wrong. She felt really pleased with h
"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
The maid turned to look at Clarence, startled. "I'm only giving you the facts, Mr. Conrad. Mr.Jude was genuinely tempted this morning by Missus. Are you not believing me?” Clarence gave her a fixed look. "Besides yourself, were there any other people there to witness this?" The maid shook her head excitedly and went on, assuming he believed what she was saying. "I saw them all by myself. I can't lie, though; I witnessed her entice Mr. Jude." Clarence gave the maid a smirk. "In other words, you're the only one who saw them and no one can prove one way or another what truly happened." The maid attempted to clarify after realizing what she had entered. "Mr. Conrad, I..." "Do you envy so much you've decided to slander her on purpose?" He gave the maid a piercing look as if he could see right into her heart and saw how unattractive she was. The maid was terrified of what he would think of her. "I wouldn't lie to you, Mr. Conrad. Please have faith in me." Clarence gave a hars
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.
It wasn't on speaker, but Riley’s voice reverberated across the empty room. Unconsciously, she covered her phone's earpiece. All she could hear as she peered toward the bathroom was the sound of running water. Clarence and Joseph couldn't hear her speak, right? She nodded to herself, cleared her throat, and put the phone back to her ear. "Yes, did you see the message I sent to you?” “Yes, as you claimed to have located a button. That man's, perhaps?" "Yes, have you found anything lately?" "Not at all. You didn't actually give me many hints. It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack while trying to find anything regarding that night. How does the button look, Stella? Forward a photo to me." "Okay." Riley exhaled. "How are things going with you? Is Clarence causing you any difficulties?” “"Both yes and no. We have decided that before we part ways, I will live with the Conrad family for six months." "It's astonishing how thoughtful the man is. In six months your belly w