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
"No!" Stella pulled Clarence into a muck for the second time in a short period of time. She chose not to let him suffer the repercussions on her account because she felt so bad. After realizing all of that, she approached Mr. Greg without pausing for thought. “It's not Mr. Clarence's fault, Mr. Greg. The person to blame is me." "I beg your pardon?" Mr. Greg gave her a squint. His tone was so menacing that she recoiled a little. "What do you have to do with this?" "It was me..." Clarence cut the other person off. "I prevented her from talking to Flynn." We were not going to work with the Andrew’s . We'll see what the board of directors decides if you have any questions." Clarence sounded more distant than before. Standing there in shock, she cast a doubtful glance back at Clarence . She was curious as to his thoughts. Why would he prevent her from being honest with Mr. Greg? He would cover for her, but why? "Mr. Clarence?" Notwithstanding the fact that Mr. Greg was still th
Stella left Clarence’s office and returned to her desk. Her fingers were shaking as she sat in her chair and the cursor was jumping erratically over the screen. What had gone wrong with her? Isn't it expected of her that he would say things like that? Though she was aware of his awful impression of her, she couldn't help but feel that there might be more. Why did he continually assist her if he despised her so much? She recalled each time he had come to her aid one by one. Clarence always said something hurtful, which made her suffer far more than she would have, so every time it ended up making her feel worse. similar to what had just occurred... She chuckled at herself and hung her head. She was truly absurd. He wouldn't try to make her feel uncomfortable in front of so many people if he truly intended to help her. Everything was nicely clarified by his words. After all, he chose not to work with the Andrew Group on his own. And the Conrad family's reputation was the only reason
Joseph wanted to stand up, seeing as Stella’s attractive face was going to touch the front seat, but Clarence moved much more quickly than he did. With a gentle yet firm grip on her tiny shoulders, Clarence extended his arms and pulled her toward him. Clarence pulled her small frame into his arms. Joseph , seated at the front, witnessed the events but refrained from speaking. "Go to the hospital.” the man in the rear seat gave a clear, emotionless command. "Yes, sir." Stella wasn't acting; she'd gone dark for a bit after bearing the agony for too long. She believed she had struck the front seat. But then she was grabbed by two powerful hands and thrust into a cold hug. She gazed up, seeing Adam's apple and Clarence’s strong chin. Despite his frigid aura, she felt warm and secure around him. Once more! Once more, he assisted her. After assisting her once more, was he going to say something hurtful? She saw the trend and refused to allow it to continue. Clarence was sh
“ As a husband, do you feel any sense of obligation? When your spouse is expecting, you should take the greatest care." Clarence’s face went blank at the barrage of questions. He gripped the chair's armrest firmly. Just before Clarence lost his cool, Joseph noticed that Clarence’s sadness was deepening. "We are sorry for that, physician. Mr. Conrad’s legs ached. As soon as we saw she was in agony, we brought her in. How is she doing now?" With his anger released, the doctor felt considerably better and directed his ugly gaze at Clarence. "She is not in danger at this time. However, she must remain for a few days to be observed." "Are you saying that her baby is safe as well?" Joseph cautiously enquired. The doctor furiously asked, "How could you ask such a question that way? You don't want the baby?" "We certainly do! The fact that the infant is secure is fantastic." Joseph expressed his deep regret. He had trouble using words. The physician raised his fists and walked aw
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