Donald, who was on the other end of the phone call, fell silent for a few seconds before asking, “Wait,
something’s not right. Aren’t you supposed to be with…”
- “I am her boyfriend, do you have something to say about that?”
- “Why not, didn’t I coax his wife today?”
Donald was feeling like a complete dumbass for what he had done that night.
He tried to defend himself and said, “Vincent James is the one at fault here, he was the one who gave
me this number!”
As soon as he finished saying that, he hung up the call, and made another call to Vincent to berate
him.
On the other side, Stella heard the noise coming from her phone. She shook her hands and kept the
phone near her bosom.
The driver quickly opened the car’s door when he saw that both of them were approaching the car.
As Clarence escorted Stella into the car, he said to the driver, “Go to the Starry Lake Mansion.”
Stella objected to his decision, “No!”
Clarence turned around and looked at her with a dark expression, “Where do you want to go, then?”
Stella replied, “Anywhere but there.”
Clarence put on a slight pout, and gave another address to the driver.
During the journey, Stella was feeling even more nauseous and wanted to vomit.
She leaned outside the window and tried to vomit, but nothing came out of her mouth.
Clarence patted her on the back, smirked and said, “Experiencing the consequences now, aren’t you?”
Stella ignored him and enjoyed the cold wind coming from the window. After a while, she replied, “Back
when I was pregnant, I’ve experienced worse than this.”
“...So, are you drunk or not?”
“Don’t you know that drunken people still have some semblance of rational thinking?”
After that, she did not say anything else, and let the wind blow her hair into a mess.
It did not take long for Clarence to pull her back into the car and close the window.
A short while later, the black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a condominium in the city centre.
Clarence asked, “Are you gonna walk or do you want me to carry you?”
“I’ll walk myself.”
Stella got out of the car as she spoke. She was stumbling as she walked towards the condo.
Clarence pressed his tongue against his teeth as he followed her.
Sometimes when she was about to fall down, she regained her balance just in time to not fall face-first
onto the floor.
She stumbled for a few minutes before feeling that something was off. She turned around and asked,
“What’s this place?”
Clarence stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace, and they moved to the side.
There was only one unit on every floor, thus the lift leads right into a wide entrance.
Clarence gave Stella a pair of slippers from the shoe rack and said, “There’s only my stuff here. Put
this on first, I’ll find you some clothes later.”
As he said that, he went into the bedroom while removing his tie.
Stella was feeling tired, she could not be bothered to change her shoes.
She chose to sit on the cushion next to the shoe rack.
When Clarence came back out with clothes for her to change into, Stella had already fallen asleep
while leaning on the wall.
He placed the clothes on the sofa, got down to one of his knees, held her ankle and removed her
shoes.
As he was putting on the slippers, she felt somewhat annoyed, and gave Clarence a kick.
Clarence glared at her with wickedness in his smile and said, “Look at you, it seems it’s time for me to
bathe you.”
Stella was rendered speechless by him.
She flung open her eyes and simply put on the male’s slippers. She then walked into the room,
grabbed the clothes on the sofa and asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Clarence pointed with his chin, “Over there.”
Stella entered the bathroom, and to prevent him from entering the room, she purposely locked the
bathroom door from the inside.
Standing beneath the warm water pouring from the showerhead, she rubbed her face in an attempt to
wake herself up.
Listening to the rustling in the bathroom, Clarence opened the fridge and took a look inside. He
frowned, slammed the door shut and made a call to someone.
Stella took an hour to clean herself and dry her hair.
She was wearing Clarence’s oversized shirt. She was also blushing, possibly due to the drunkenness
or the hot steam from the bathroom.
Clarence place a bowl of hangover soup on the table and said, “Come here.”
Stella walked there, stared at the bowl and asked, “It’s not poisoned, right?”
“I’m not the one who made it, if that answers your question.”
“Oh, it should be fine then.”
Stella immediately drank the entire bowl.
Clarence was speechless as she drank the soup.
He pinched his nose and asked, “Do you want something to eat?”
Stella finished the soup, let out a slight burp and replied, “No.”
“Go to sleep then.”
She blinked and stared at Clarence with watery eyes, “I can’t sleep.”
Clarence heard what she said, stealthily licked his lips, swallowed some saliva, and said with a lower
voice than usual, “Since you can’t sleep, do you want to do something? Hmm?”
Stella did not entertain his statement, as she looked around and asked her, “Do you come here often?”
Clarence replied, “I come here sometimes, but it’s been quite a while since I’ve last been here.”
She thought for a while before saying, “So, is this where you go when you don’t want to see my face
during those three years?”
During that time, if Clarence did not want to go back to the Starry Lake Mansion, even more so to the
Conrad family, he definitely was staying somewhere else. Stella had always knew that, but she did not
bother to ask him for more details.
As he heard what Stella said, Clarence was regretting his decision to bring her here.
He replied at a slower pace, “Not exactly, I wasn’t really avoiding you or anything, it’s just that
sometimes I stay there when I’m on a business trip.”
Stella replied, “Oh.”
It was extremely obvious that she did not trust Clarence at all.
Clarence rubbed his temple. Why did he even bother to reason with a drunken woman?
“It’s already very late. Don’t you have work tomorrow? Go to sleep, okay?”
Stella got up and asked, “Where do I sleep?”
Clarence brought her to the bedroom.
Stella entered the room and shut the door with zero hesitation, “Thanks, good night.”
Clarence was speechless.
She was already exhausted. She lied down on the bed and closed her eyes. However, the longer she
slept, the more she was awake for whatever reason. She felt like her brain was going full speed around
itself and spinning like a neutron star.
After some time, there was some noises on the other side of the door, it sounded like someone was
unlocking the door with a key.
Following that was some deep footsteps.
Stella, who had finally managed to sleep somewhat soundly, suddenly felt that something bit her chin. It
was a little painful and itchy.
Soon, that painful feeling travelled down to her throat.
When Stella wanted to push him away, she could not as her hands were tied up and held above her
head.
Clarence whispered into her ears in his usual deep voice, “Babe, be a good girl, okay?”
Every time that wretched man called her ‘babe’, he was up to something wicked.
Stella said softly, “Clarence.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you love me?”
He kissed her eyebrows and said, “Of course I do.”
Stella replied, “Then why did you lie to me?”
Clarence stopped what he was doing, “I didn’t.”
“Swear it, then. Swear that if you ever lied to me, then the both of us will…”
Clarence gave her a deep kiss, silencing her as her words were muffled by his mouth.
Heh, that wretched man.
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