All Chapters of The CEO’s Ex Wife Returns With A Baby : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Why?" Clarence asked with narrowed eyes, "Do you have dissent?" Startled, Stella lowered her gaze and subtly said, "No." She was the only one who found it odd that this man had previously detested her so much, but now he changed his view simply because he had slept with her? This sounded off. She wanted to know if it bothered him that the child she carried wasn't his. Stella, though, swallowed it back. For what was she anticipating? He intended to abort her previous child since he disliked the youngster. They came to an agreement, and she agreed to depart in six months, even though she had no idea why he had suddenly altered his mind. Upon returning to the room, Stella was silent. Clarence gave her back two cell phones. "That woman gave it to you?" Stella was initially taken aback until realizing that "that woman" was Riley. "Don't say that, Riley has a name!" she scowled. She asked while inputting her fingerprint, "You did not touch my phone, did you?" Clarence asked

Stella entered the restroom. She was repulsed by the stink emanating from her body. However, she was furious. She and Clarence were made fun of by those who worked for Conrad Group. For Stella, the idea that his own employees were covertly making fun of him for his disability and impotence really infuriated her. Why could these individuals laugh at others with such abandon? How could it benefit them? Stella was soaked by shower water that cascaded down from the top of her head. She turned on the bathroom drain and removed her foul-smelling clothing. The man who spit beside the hot water was hurting. Subconsciously, she retreated two paces. When Jude’s voice from outside spoke, she instinctively gave herself a hug. "Stella, it contains shower gel. My assistant will visit you later; I'm heading off." "Oh, ok..." she gave a nod. She needed a bath because she was now excessively filthy. After twenty minutes, there was a knock on the door and someone entered. "Who is it?" Stella

Clarence shot Stella a chilly look before she could say anything more. "Do you think I'd tell my aunt about that?" He asked. She bowed her head at that. It was unfortunate for a man that she was not carrying Clarence’s child. What way could he tell people? Bit by bit, she felt her heart begin to sink. "My wound is all right, so I'm going out." She muttered. Clarence nodded, seeing no reason to allow her to stay. When she went back to her desk, her eyes were blurry. What was going through her mind? Afterwards, Stella pushed this idea aside and focused on her work. It was almost time to head out. It was now that the phone rang. A message was conveyed to her by Riley. {Lala , I'm parking my automobile in front of a supermarket not far from where your business is located. Move over.) {0k.} After starting to pack, Stella took her luggage downstairs. Joseph and Clarence emerged from the office. She approached Clarence after pausing and said, "I won't go home with you tod

Stella had no idea what was going through Riley’s head. She immediately went back to the Conrad residence after her breakup with Riley. Upon going back to her room, Stella saw that her small bed was gone. Her expression shifted abruptly. She had to sleep outside or on the floor when she first arrived to the Conrad residence. Joseph later sent her a little bed so that she could sleep soundly because he presumably felt that she was too miserable. However, the small bed vanished without explanation, causing her to become anxious. She pondered whether Clarence had abruptly lost her temper and taken away her bed. She was lost for words as she stood there. Two maids entered abruptly and greeted her. "Mrs. Conrad." When Stella heard this, she snapped out of her reverie and turned to see that her clothing were being held by them. "What are you doing?" She furrowed her brow and said before glancing at where the bed was placed, "Are you packing up my things?" After giving a nod, one

His lengthy body dropped down on her side as she pulled him away, whispering, "Are you a dog? You bite me every time." Now that she was awake, she bit her bottom lip and asked him a question in the dark, her heart pounding from realizing what he had done to her. "What brings you to me? Do you not have a bed of your own?” She then reached and felt to make sure she was indeed on the floor. Clarence scoffed, saying, "You took my quilt away." “Stella, you're welcome.” “You don't have to come and sleep on the floor with me, do you?" Clarence: "I head to the quilt's location." "What did you do just now?" She asked. Why would he do that, even if it was for the quilt? "Perform conjugal duties." Stella "....." Clarence’s fingers brushed her waist, his towering frame drew nearer, and his warm breath hung in the air. Unconsciously getting tense, she pushed his large, unkempt hands and said, "What are you doing now? Return to your own bed now." "Have you ever seen a couple sle