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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.