When the sound of the door closing came, Stella nestled under the covers for a few more minutes.
After making sure that he had gone back to his room, she poked her head out from under the covers
and took a deep breath of fresh air.
She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went to the crib to check again. The baby was still sleeping
soundly and showed no signs of waking up at all.
Stella carefully opened her suitcase and took out her pajamas before quietly heading to the bathroom.
Afraid of disturbing the baby, Stella did not dare to use the hairdryer, so she just did not wash her hair,
but pulled it up and tied it at the back of her head.
After the shower, Stella came out of the bathroom and saw the baby smacking his lips. His eyes were
still closed, but his little hands were waving wildly in the air.
Stella quickly walked over to him. Just as she reached her hand out, the baby grabbed her fingers.
Seeing this, Stella smiled gently, then sat down on the bed and lay down on the edge of the crib. She
just looked at him quietly with gentle eyes.
In the middle of the night, when Stella was drowsy, she suddenly heard the baby grunting and crying in
the crib next to her.
She hurriedly turned on the light and sat up. Seeing that the baby looked hungry, she lifted the quilt and
got out of bed, opened the thermos to make milk powder.
The baby got energized after he ate his meal. He opened his round eyes and looked around curiously.
At that moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened.
A gentle male voice came from outside, "What are you doing in the middle of the night without
sleeping?"
Stella turned back with the baby in her arms, "The sound I made should not be too loud... Mr. Conrad,
am I disturbing you?"
Clarence lowered his eyes and looked at the baby in her arms who was in high spirits and quietly licked
his lips. Then he walked in and whispered, "Give me."
Stella was puzzled.
Clarence repeated, "Give him to me. You go to sleep."
Stella obviously wasn't expecting him to say that. She froze for a few seconds before slowly saying,
"No, I'll take care of him myself. Mr. Conrad, you can just go to bed."
"You're polite to me now?"
Stella was speechless.
Without waiting for Stella to continue to refuse, Clarence had gone to hold the baby in her arms.
Stella didn't dare to wrestle with him for fear of hurting the baby, so she let him carry the baby over.
Clarence turned around, sat on the sofa, and then without looking up, said to Stella, "You go to sleep."
Stella opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
Clarence was obviously doing something that did not fit in with him, but the scene before her looked
unusually harmonious.
And the baby obviously didn't want him to hold him. He pouted and looked like he was going to cry out.
However, Clarence whispered, "Shut up."
The baby sniffed with his little fists clenched, looking very aggrieved.
Stella couldn’t bear to look at it, "Mr. Conrad, you'd better give him to me. He's not comfortable with you
holding him."
Clarence said, "Don't spoil him."
Stella’s mouth twitched. She didn’t know when he spoiled the baby, and obviously, he scared the baby.
But surprisingly, the baby stayed reluctantly in his arms for a while, then slowly closed his eyes and fell
asleep.
Clarence put him back into the crib and said softly, "He will only wake up once in the middle of the
night. You can go back to sleep now."
Stella looked at him, tilted her head, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Conrad, how do you know he will only
wake up once in the middle of the night?"
Clarence paused, looked up to meet her eyes, and said slowly, "You'll know if you ask Ms. Beckham."
"Oh."
She didn't expect him to be quite attentive and actually thought to ask Evelyn how many times the baby
would wake up during the night.
Clarence stood still for a few seconds before speaking, "I'm leaving."
Stella looked at him, feeling a little puzzled.
He could go now! Could it be that he still thought she would ask him to stay?
Seeing him standing there without moving, Stella said tentatively, "Well... Mr. Conrad, good night?"
Clarence's thin lips curled, "Good night."
After saying that, he lifted his leg to leave.
Stella looked at his back and suddenly felt funny.
He was so childish.
After midnight, the baby really did not wake up again, just like Clarence said.
Stella lay in bed, but tossed and turned, and couldn't fall asleep. She didn't know what was going
through her head.
She just drifted off and looked quietly at the crib next to her in the hazy moonlight.
She didn’t know how long it took for her to fall asleep.
By the time Stella woke up from a good night's sleep, it was very light.
She sat up in a hurry and looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock in the morning.
Stella rubbed her head and turned her head to find that the baby was no longer in the crib.
She changed her clothes and went downstairs. In the courtyard, the baby was lying in his crib and
playing happily with his toys by himself. And next to him, Clarence was sitting at the desk working.
Stella asked, "Where's Ms. Anderson?"
Clarence didn't even look up, "She went to the hospital with Ms. Beckham."
Stella was sitting in a chair and staring at a potted plant not far away. Obviously, she just hasn't woken
up yet.
"What do you want to eat? I'll have Nathan send it over."
After a few seconds, Stella slowly came back to her senses, "No. There should be some food in the
fridge. I'll go cook it."
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Stella went over to the door and a young boy was standing outside, "Excuse me, does Mr. Conrad live
here?"
Stella glanced back at Clarence and nodded gently, "Yes."
The boy took out a gift box from his bag, "I'm a staff member of Yue Lao Temple. This is the gift that we
said we would give you last night."
Stella reached out and took it, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'll leave then."
When the boy left, Stella closed the door, turned and placed the box in front of Clarence, and then went
straight into the kitchen.
There were a lot of vegetables in the kitchen that Dolores had bought at the market last night. After
steaming the rice in the pot, Stella wanted to make a spicy rabbit, but then she remembered that
Clarence didn't eat chili and had to give up the idea.
Halfway through making the dish, Stella felt that something was wrong again. Why should she give in
to his ideas?
Thinking of this, she deliberately took the rabbit again, but just as she picked it up, she put it down
again.
Forget it. If she cooked too many dishes and they couldn't finish them, it would only be a waste.
Stella propped her hand on the dishwashing table, feeling as if she was a fool.
In the end, Stella made two dishes and a soup, which all tasted light.
By the time she got out, Clarence had put away the computer and the gift box had been opened. On
the table were the photos they had taken last night at Yue Lao Temple.
The photos were in a frame unique to Yue Lao Temple. On the left side of the frame, it read "Wishing
you a long and happy marriage" and on the right side, it read "Wishing you lots of love and happiness".
At the top was a row of heart-shaped patterns, and at the bottom was a miniature cartoon image of Yue
Lao.
As the saying went, “Being tacky to the extreme is fashionable.”
Stella looked at the frame and the photo and instantly had the urge to fly back to City N
overnight.
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