Clarence returned home at night and found Stella and Channing sitting in his living room.
"Hi Mr. Conrad," Sherry said as she extended her arm to greet him.
Clarence cast a glance at her before turning toward the kitchen, where Stella was cooking. He walked
into the kitchen, staring at her without saying anything.
Stella was perplexed by how he looked at her. "Will you be tired again?" Clarence inquired.
Stella didn't know what to say; she understood what he was saying and blushed instantly, thinking her
brother and friend were sitting in the living room.
"What are you talking about?" Her teeth were clenched as she spoke.
"You invited them over for dinner again, and your last dinner was only a few days ago," Clarence said
indifferently.
"Channing wasn't here the last time, and he only has time on weekends, so what's the problem?" Stella
stated.
Clarence raised his brows, and no one knew if he was pleased with Stella's response.
Stella pushed him out of the kitchen, saying, "Don't stay here, go get busy."
"Chan, please come help with the salad." At Stella's request, Channing went into the kitchen.
"Do you cook?" Clarence inquired of Channing.
Channing responded casually, "Any human could cook."
Clarence was at a loss for words, while Stella burst out laughing. It wasn't a scathing remark, but it was
humiliating.
Stella sent him back to the bedroom without giving him a chance to speak before returning to the
kitchen. "How's school going?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary."
"Really?" Stella was skeptical because she knew Channing had recently been at the top of the trending
list on the internet, which must have had an impact on his life.
Channing paused for a moment before saying, "Someone tried sneaking into the school but was
caught by the security."
That was all he knew and was concerned about. Apart from an increase in the number of people
blocking his path, nothing much had changed.
"It's better to talk to your company and arrange an assistant for you; there are a lot of crazy fans
nowadays, and they might even broke into your house," Stella advised, fearing serious problems. "Your
current location is unsafe; I'll find you a unit with more privacy."
"There is no need; the company will make arrangements if I want to move," Channing said, pausing to
think about something.
"Take care of yourself, and let me know if you need anything."
"Noted."
Stella looked at Channing after she finished washing, paused, and said, "Peel the garlic too, please,"
handing him a knife.
Stella turned the knife over just as Channing reached for it, causing a small cut on his finger, and he
bled.
Stella quickly put the knife down, reached for a tissue, and wiped away the blood, "I'm sorry, I was
thinking about something..."
"It's not a big deal," Channing said, explaining that it was nothing more than a scratch that would heal
quickly.
Stella was still concerned, so she took him to the living room and applied medicine for him, while giving
him a reminder, "Don't get it inflamed or infected."
"What happened?" Sherry asked.
"I accidentally cut his finger," Stella explained as she eyed at Sherry.
"Chan, today appears to be your unlucky day, you've even got gray hair," Sherry said, instantly
grasping Stella's meaning. She then plucked a strand of Channing's hair without waiting for him to
respond.
"You're only twenty years old and you already have gray hair?" Sherry exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"That's a black one," Channing said, staring at the strand of hair in her hand.
Sherry wore a skeptical expression, "Is that correct? What do you think, Stella? It appears gray to me."
She said this as she pushed Channing's hair in front of her.
"I'm not sure, it looks kinda like black in the light," Stella said as she wrapped a bandage around
Channing's finger. "Let's get ready for dinner," she said, changing the subject.
"Chan, take a rest since you're injured, I'll take care of the rest," Sherry said as she rushed into the
kitchen behind Stella.
Channing shifted his gaze away from them and met Clarence's eyes, who had just emerged from his
room.
"Are you hurt?" Clarence sat across from him, legs crossed.
"It's not a big deal," Channing said nonchalantly.
Clarence frowned but said nothing. Stella and Sherry's actions were too obvious to him as someone
who had done similar things to obtain a sample for a DNA test.
Stella had just asked him about the DNA test between William and Channing, so this was a foregone
conclusion.
After a brief period of silence, Clarence broke the silence again by asking, "How's it going between you
and Winnie?"
Channing remained deafeningly silent.
"It doesn't appear to have progressed much, you're too young and always focus on the unnecessary
thing," Clarence added.
"Dinner is ready," Stella said as she heard Clarence when she came from the kitchen, holding the
dishes.
Clarence just smiled and didn't say anything else while Channing sat motionless, his gaze fixed on his
injured finger.
It felt more like a family dinner with Sherry and Channing present, while Stella's presence kept
Clarence under control, not allowing him to speak his heart, thus, the entire dinner went smoothly and
was relaxing.
While Channing was gone, Sherry volunteered to do the dishes after dinner.
Stella's gaze met Clarence's, who had been waiting for her since she had sent Channing to the door.
"What?" Stella came over.
"Nothing, you're too cute," Clarence said as he lightly squeezed her nose.
'What is he thinking?' She wondered as she looked at Clarence.
"Stop saying something Chan didn't want to hear..." Stella said.
"Shouldn't I assist in resolving his concerns?"
Stella was at a loss for words once more; she could never win against Clarence.
Sherry, who was currently doing the dishes while sighing at the interaction between the lovers in the
living room, was the most pitiful.
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