All Chapters of The CEO’s Ex Wife Returns With A Baby : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She took out her phone as she laid in bed to see what time it was. Clarence was getting close to bedtime. She would hold off a bit longer. She did, however, wind up nodding off first. It was already the next morning when she woke up. Clarence wasn't in his bed when she turned over. She noticed it was almost time to leave for work as she reached for her phone. She scurried from her bed and collapsed onto the ground beside his bed. Luckily, the elaborate button remained intact. She extended her arm to grasp the button, but it was almost out of reach. She reached for the button, but it slipped from her fingers. The button rolled further away from her, almost bringing her to tears. Her only chance was to try from the other side because the bed was too low for her to crawl underneath. A chilly voice called out to her from behind as she started to stand up, "What are you doing?" Stella gave a start, terrified beyond belief. He had returned by now? Was it not time to report for duty?

Regardless of her appearance, Stella hurried out of the room and approached the maid. "Excuse me." Generally speaking, she made an effort to avoid the maids' path. She knew they looked down on her, and she didn't think it was appropriate for her to engage with them. Still, the fear of misplacing the button outweighed the fear of getting in the way. She braced herself for a reprimand. The maid then took a polite step back and curtsied to her, and she found it difficult to maintain her poise. "Missus." For a brief while, Stella was astonished and fixed her gaze on the maid. “What's happening? "Missus, is there anything I can do to help you?" Stella straightened up and nodded. She didn't have time to worry about why the maid was treating her with respect, even though she wasn't sure why. She had to return the button. It took a few more seconds for Stella to answer the maid. "You've just completed tidying the space. Perhaps you found a button?” The maid gave a nod and answered.

"She's heading to the Andrew Group." Clarence’s smile turned contemptuous as his eyes grew dull. "How dare she?" “ Flynn Andrew isn't a nice thing, Mr. Conrad. Shall we... " “No." Clarence cut Joseph off with a cold tone. "Since she wanted to, let's see how tough she is." "But.." Joseph felt uneasy. "Flynn is lustful, what if..." Clarence’s eyes grew narrow. "That's what she deserves!" Joseph gave a nod, then remained silent. * * "I've been waiting for you at home for a long time, Flynn. You said yesterday night that you would come visit me. Do you not adore me?” The woman in the tight suit caressed him and wrapped her arms sensually around his neck. Flynn grinned and buried his neck in hers. "I went to a party last night, honey. I was overly preoccupied. I'll catch up with you later tonight." "Are you serious?” The woman pouted, puckering her lips for a kiss. "Don't lie." Flynn’s eyes twitched with a faint shade. He leaned his head in her direction as his hand tig

Clarence smiled a murderous smirk at Flynn. "You know exactly what I mean." Joseph gave Clarence a disbelieving look. "Mr. Conrad?" "Do you think I'm kidding?" Clarence questioned, glaring at him. Joseph nodded, shivers crawling up his back. "Ok." After that, he pulled Flynn from the coffee shop. "Oh, Clarence Conrad! You are a cripple. Mr. Greg will never forgive you if you or your minion touches my dick!" When Flynn brought up Mr. Greg, Joseph didn't worry because he had Clarence’s orders, and Flynn pulled him from the coffee shop. Stella couldn't resist approaching Clarence because she was afraid for Flynn. "Well..." "Intervene in this and you'll die!" She gulped down what she said. Clarence appeared to be enveloped in a cloud of black smoke due to his intense rage. His whole bearing gave the impression that he was rude and aggressive. But Flynn might be... if she didn't stop him. When she realized this, she nudged Clarence’s wheelchair forward and murmured something i

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