This woman slapped him twice? How can she? Clarence nearly damaged her bones by pinching her jaw. Stella was in pain, and her face became pale immediately. "Why don't you throw me downstairs since you detest me so much? Or if you'd want, you could murder me. Why subject me to this constant humiliation?!" She chose to battle him through to the very finish, even though his large hand was squeezing her chin, causing her forehead to burn. "Humiliate?" Clarence’s eyes grew narrow. Did she feel humiliated by the kiss she received just now? Clarence, in reality, had no idea why he had kissed her. Her serene eyes seemed to have an aura as he drew nearer to her, and he kissed her without thinking. Then he gave it a go. She bit his tongue when he questioned what type of sorcery this woman possessed. "You are the first woman who dares to slap me!" "So what?" Fearing no death, Charlotte said. What was it he desired? Even if she survived, she would still have to lose half of her li
"Who are you to challenge me about this, Shawn? What connection does this have to you?" She retreated two steps to avoid coming into contact with him. It was only now that she discovered he was such an ostentatious guy; she had no idea what type of bewitchment she had been given previously or why she had been so loyal to him for two years! Was she being too foolish, or had he previously concealed himself too well? "Of course it has things to do with me!" Shawn moved ahead and seized her shoulders, asking, "How on earth were you able to date someone else so soon after our divorce? How come he would treat you like this? Did you fall in love with him a long time ago? He seems very wealthy. Did you spend time with him when we were married? You've always struck me as a kind woman, but I didn't realize how conceited and blatant you could be." Stella was taken aback! She found the man to be incredibly shameless as she gave him an incredulous look. Talking to him was becoming pointless.
Stella woke up in a neat and tidy room. A few sketches-like objects were put on the walls, and the space was extremely minimalistic yet stylish. It was cold, the wind blowing gently up the light gray curtains. She was where? Stella sat up gradually. She felt an ache in her arm and only saw that gauze was wrapped there when she looked down. "You're awake?" She opened her eyes to a friendly voice. She looked at Jude in shock when he entered the room and gave her a cup of warm water. "Have some water." After a moment of blank staring, Stella reached out and picked up the cup. Her lips were parched and she was definitely thirsty. She took the water and sipped it. Jude spoke "slowly." Stella moved to the rhythm of his speech. He was very kind! When she was done, she wanted to set the cup down. Jude also assisted her in wiping the wetness off the corner of her lips. Stella froze where she was. How was he going about it? Did he really put his finger to the corner of her mouth
Did he speak for Clarence ? No, Jude could not possibly speak for him. Clarence’s attitude toward him was generally not bad, but it was undoubtedly not good. "You and Clarence did not know each other before, you need a lot of time to sharpen between you." "You don't have to speak for him; I'm not crying because of him." Stella shook her head. Upon hearing this, Jude grinned and said, "Good, I thought you guys were at odds again." He was a little taken aback. She hung her eyes and ate soup without saying anything. Her hair was disheveled and she hung her head. She appeared to be very well-mannered. Jude lifted his hand and, unconsciously, reached to stroke her head, only to retract it before he could. He studied her for a moment, then turned to face his palm and withdrew his hand. Suddenly, Jude’s cell phone rang, so he pulled it out and said, "I'm going outside to take a call." "Mm." Stella was much more at ease once Jude left. She was not at ease even though Jude treate
She hurried over, fearing Clarence would misinterpret. However, she was surprised that he addressed Jude directly in that statement. She became enraged at this thought and shoved the door in. “Clarence, what are you thinking of me? Plaything or trash can? Can you discard me at will?" The three guys froze at the sudden presence of the female voice, and they all turned to face the door at once. Stella pulled open the door and walked in. The maid had brought out her light blue suit so she could change before she left. Her sophisticated demeanor was reflected in the blue outfit, which also made her fair complexion stand out more. Clarence did not expect her to arrive here and he was astonished. His eyes turned stern as soon as they met the blue suit she was wearing. This fucking woman! She never bothered to look at the massive pile of clothes in the closet that he purchased her. Was she dressed differently now? Jude’s got it for her, hehe? " Stella, why are you here?" Jude approa
Clarence’s campaign was overly bizarre. It wasn't until he calmed down that he felt uneasy. Unlike the lady who had pushed him earlier, the one in his arms was too silent. He bowed his head to look her in the eyes. Her eyes were as serene as a lake without waves, despite the rage and dismay that was present. What was happening? She didn't even respond when he treated her so rudely? "Clarence, are you jealous?" Stella asked as she blinked and looked at him for a moment. Clarence:..... Stella kept blinking as she gazed deeply into his eyes, as though she was attempting to read his emotions. "Are you?" When he failed to respond, Stella felt compelled to re-ask. Clarence: Alright. She questioned him calmly if he was jealous, even though he was rude and upset with her. With a low voice, Stella asked as she cast her gaze down at the ripped blue suit, "If you are not jealous, what are you tearing them for?" She was now clinging on Clarence, wearing only the snug clothing.
The door was shut, and the two of them were the only sounds in the enormous meeting room. Particularly her , whose breathing was incredibly erratic because she had just been stunned. For a long while, the two maintained their original position. Stella felt a tremor emanate from his chest, and she heard his words—clear and icy. "How long do you want to sit?" With a start, Stella responded angrily and raised her head. Clarence just so happened to bow his head. Stella’s broad clothing hid most of her body. She lifted her head, exposing only her face. She had a sorry look in her eyes since the corners were still crimson. Clarence felt as though someone was holding his heart. With his thin lips pressed firmly together, he asked in a chilly tone a second later, "Am I good-looking?" Stella regained consciousness. Those people had scared away the wrath that had surfaced earlier, and now her heart was racing, fearing that someone else might approach and force open the door. “Jose
Upon hearing this, Stella suddenly lifted her gaze and gave him a cutting look while clarifying, "I will wash it for you." "How?" Clarence sent her a sarcastic glare and said, "By hands?" With a blink, she said, "Of course not, I will send it to the dry cleaner." Despite her lack of wealth, she had common sense enough to know that suits—especially ones this valuable—should never be cleaned in water. "Heh, you are not too ignorant." "But do you think I will wear it after washing it?" Clarence asked with a sneer. She pressed her lips together and said nothing. Clarence stated, "The suit was worn by you. Even when you wash it, I won't wear it. You're just a slut, even though you appeared to be innocent." It's just a suit, Stella could not take it anymore. “Did I implore you to give it to me? You applied it to me. If you believed it to be filthy, why didn't you wash your hands after touching me in the conference room” Clarence: Alright. How in the hell? Joseph observed S
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