Stella was aware of her good fortune, yes. That she could get married again should satiate her. Her heart sank, though, when she saw that Estella didn't appear depressed or concerned about her. Did it really matter how she felt? Stella’s appetite vanished at the thought. She set down her fork after taking a couple of nibbles of mashed potato. "Dad, I'm full from eating at the Conrad family already. I'll head upstairs to retrieve my intended object." Stella excused herself and went upstairs after that. Estella couldn't help but put her palm over her lips as she watched her head upstairs. "Does Stella blame me?" Mark simply groaned and shook his head. "I don't think so." "If she doesn't, does that mean the food in the Conrad family is so good she despises my cooking?" Mark was forced to scowl. "What are you talking about?" A few peas rolled across the tablecloth as Estella angrily flung her dish away. "Am I mistaken? Did you notice her gaze on me?" She was also done want
With heavy steps, Stella strolled down the street without any thought. Tears welled up but did not fall from her swollen, puffy eyes, leaving her face expressionless. She applied so intense pressure on the sack that it hardly resembled a bag. Whoa! Someone sprinted by her, bringing her to the ground. She toppled sideways, spilling her entire contents onto the earth as her bag tore apart. The man who had encountered her halted and observed her plummet into a daze. The man knelt down and assisted her in gathering her belongings, giving her everything he had gathered as soon as he recognized what had transpired. "Everything you own is here. I'm sorry, but I have to leave.” The man hurried off after giving her back the items. She took a seat on the ground and gathered her things. She had nowhere else to store her belongings because her bag was broken. She then turned to stare at her lap. It was difficult to see her feelings through her downcast eyes. She started to laugh softly.
When she shook his hand and he wanted to touch her again, someone tugged him back by his collar. What took place? The man sensed the air become cold. Turning around, he saw a man in a wheelchair staring at him with eyes that were like daggers sticking straight through him. He was just sitting there, but there was an air of nobility about him. Even with their best efforts, no one could get near him because of his icy gaze and all-encompassing aura that permeated the vast universe. "What were you going to do to her?" Grabbing the man's collar, Joseph questioned. “I’m sorry!" As soon as he realized what was going on, the man apologized. Clarence was seated in a wheelchair, but the man sensed that Clarence wasn't your typical gentleman. The man could hardly resist when he was seized by the collar. What was meant by that? The man had enough common sense to concede after being a member of society for a considerable amount of time. "I was unaware that she was dating someone. I apo
"Enough!" Clarence tried to push her away by holding onto her wrists. She took a step forward, not willing to give up. "You haven't answered my question yet." He wrapped his arms around her waist and attempted to push her away as veins emerged from his forehead. But she was being so persistent, and her only source of guidance was her gut. Clarence attempted to compel her to step away once more, but she sat on his lap with her arms around his neck. The stunned crowd just stared. Clarence was approached by a subordinate who bent down to whisper in his ear. "Do you need any help?" The others moved in her direction, preparing to take her arms. He looked at them with ferocious eyes. "Back off!" Their powerful arms hesitated. Joseph became enraged with the subordinates for their carelessness. They were not perceptive enough to notice Clarence’s discomfort. Unsure of how to respond, Clarence kept her on his lap the entire time. She sat there, around his neck with her hands. Her
In an attempt to blend in, Joseph reflexively shielded his eyes. He saw nothing at all. Even yet, he could still hear the lingering sound of their kiss. Clarence should have waited until they entered the room. Why was it required to be in the lift? Stella fainted into his arms after their brief kiss since she still hadn't mastered breathing correctly. She has done that before. Clarence tensed her chin and let go of her body. He addressed her angrily. "You know what you did to Jude? He really does care about you." He even made an attempt to grab her. Did he really believe he could do this without Clarence’s approval? With a watery eye, she spoke a low, quiet whisper. "Who... is Mr. Jude?" Clarence furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at her. "You don't know him?" "No." She graciously shook her head. There was a pause before Clarence abruptly continued. "Do you know who I am?" There, Joseph froze. It was a very bad idea to ask that inquiry. Stella touched his cheek
A few moments later, Joseph wrenched himself free of the thought, obeyed Clarence’s instructions, and headed out. Quietly, he shut the door behind him and left the two together. The room was silent once more as Joseph departed. Clarence crossed his fingers on his lap and set the towel down on the desk. "Can you solve all your problems with your tears?" She kept letting the tears roll down her cheeks. Clarence had been cleaning them for her for some time now, but they still fell, so he withdrew his fingers and offered her a gloomy grin. "Fight back if you are unable of making amends. The world's most worthless thing is tears." Despite her inebriation, she could clearly hear someone speaking to her. She was unable to precisely understand what he was saying, though. All she could feel was that her skull was about to blow apart. Sick, she struggled to open her eyes and saw a tall, thin man moving about the room. It was... a well-known figure. However, who was he? Stella clos
She was rendered speechless by the impudent question. She looked at Clarence for a long moment, unable to think of anything to say. She closed her eyes in gratitude at the thought that it was he who had brought her home the previous evening. "Anyway, thank you." once more? Once more, she appeared lifeless. Clarence’s thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. Was she unable of displaying any enthusiasm in his presence? Was that the reason behind her treatment of him? An unexpected rush of rage washed over him at that idea. "I simply did not want the Conrad family to be disgraced by you. If not, I really don't give a damn if you pass away outside.” he mocked. Such brutal comments were like a poisoned blade, piercing her heart. After silently clenching her hands and opening her mouth, she said, "I see." She then turned around and proceeded to enter the restroom. Clarence had left for work when she emerged from the restroom. She wanted to find her suitcase so she coul
“I will draft an IOU if you are not going to trust me. I'll reimburse you in full after I depart." He had her in his sights. She stepped nearer, seeing the mistrust in his gaze. "Stop!" At his order, she came to a stop. She stared at him, unsure of what to do. "Step back." Unaware of what was going on, she hesitantly followed his instructions because Clarence was the one giving them to her. What happens next? Clarence gave a tough instruction, "Get out." "Why does he keep telling me to go?" I believed there was still an issue for us to resolve? She thought to herself. But she had to return to her desk because, as she realized, they were in the office and he was the boss. Upon returning to her computer, she abruptly recalled that they had attacked Flynn in the cafe the previous day. Clarence declared that one day he will cripple Flynn. She questioned Clarence’s sincerity. Not, she hoped. She switched on her computer and got to work. But as soon as she opened her documen