The day William returned, Stella happened to go to the studio.
Sherry was busy with her wedding, and her two children were too young to be away for too long, so
she only took Noah there occasionally to see if there was anything that needed to be done.
Stella arrived at the office, let Noah play next to her for a while, and then sat in her chair, handling the
letters of the past few days.
She turned to the end and saw an invitation from Paris Fashion Week.
The sender was Louis.
Stella paused, picked up her phone and found Louis' number, dialed him, and greeted him in English,
"Hello Louis, this is Ms. Radomil, I'm sorry to bother you, I..."
On the other end of the phone, Louis smiled, "You must have received the invitation."
"Yes, I received it."
Having rejected Louis before, she had thought that Fashion Week was no longer relevant to her, or that
she would have to wait at least a few more years, but she never thought that the opportunity would
come so soon.
Louis said, "Your husband has already told me about the previous situation, and I also appreciate Ms.
Radomil's decision, I hope to see your work this fashion week."
Stella heard this, first, she froze for two seconds, and then the corners of her lips lifted into a smile,
"Thank you; I will definitely try my best."
Hanging up the phone, Stella fixed the invitation in the most prominent place on her desk, alongside
the photo of her and Clarence together.
After taking care of the work here, Stella walked over to Noah and rubbed his head, "Baby, we're going
home."
Noah is already one and a half years old, thinking and moving more quickly than before and
immediately took Stella's hand, "Home, home, Miss my sister."
Stella picked him up and went out of the studio.
She turned her head and looked at the sunlight; the glass refracted the dazzling light.
It turned out that unknowingly, she had come this far.
On the way back, Stella called Sherry and told her the news.
Sherry was even more excited than her, "I told you that you could make it! You don't have to worry
about the studio from now on, just leave it all to me, so you prepare for fashion week in peace!"
Stella laughed, "It's still early, we can take our time to prepare, and the priority now is your wedding,
how do you feel?"
"Oh stop it, my mom woke me up before 7 am this morning, I was dizzy all morning, I don't even know
what I'm working on, I'll be up even earlier tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll die suddenly."
"Don't be ridiculous, I might be late today, my dad's plane arrives this afternoon and I still have to put
Noah to sleep at night."
Sherry said, "Okay, I'm not really sleeping tonight anyway, so I'll come to pick you up."
Stella said, "That's okay, you do your thing, Clarence will drop me off."
While talking to Sherry, her car had slowly pulled into Starry Lake Mansion.
Stella saw the two figures not far away and said to Sherry, "Sherry, that's it for now, see you tonight."
"I'll see you tonight."
Stella stopped the car and was just about to go around and pick up Noah when the backseat door was
opened and Clarence was already carrying Noah out.
Stella smiled, got out of the car, and ran straight towards William, "Dad."
William caught her, smiled, and patted her back, "Be careful."
Stella came out of his arms, twinkling in her eyes as if full of bright sunshine in summer, "I thought you
are arriving at six o'clock, why so early."
"The flight was moved up, and we're having dinner with Sherry's parents in the evening."
Stella nodded gently. This sounded reasonable.
William added, "Are you coming along?"
Stella paused at that and turned her head to look at Clarence.
The latter, holding the child in one hand, spoke unhurriedly, "Okay."
Daniel is William's adopted son and Stella's brother, so she and Clarence had enough reasons to go to
this dinner, but Dolores was different, she always liked to be quiet, and her relation with Sherry's
parents is a bit distant. It was for both sides' parents and family members, she didn't need to go.
Dolores said to Stella, "You guys go, I'll stay home and take care of the kids, and I’ll definitely go to
Sherry's wedding."
Stella’s persuasion was to no avail and she could understand Dolores, so she didn't insist on her going
to dinner together.
Dolores said, "I've got everything else ready, just feed the baby once before you go."
Stella responded and sent Clarence upstairs with two sisters in his arms.
In the living room, Noah was holding the toys William had given him and had gone from being a little
distant at first to be very familiar with calling him Grandpa and sharing his other toys with him.
William sat next to him with a gentle smile on his face, listening to his vague introduction with great
patience.
Stella watched this scene, her smile widened little by little.
When she reached the second-floor bedroom, Stella took a baby from Clarence's arms and turned
sideways with her back to him to breastfeed.
Clarence was never able to understand her behavior.
He whispered closer, "What are you afraid of?"
Stella threw him a glance, "Isn't it obvious?"
"No."
Stella squared up, "When you're pregnant, we can talk about this again."
Clarence was silent.
After feeding one child, Stella handed her to him and went to feed another.
The one lying in Clarence's arms smashed her mouth, and her dark, round eyes looked around as if
she didn't have enough/
Clarence said, "She is not full yet."
Stella has discovered over the past few days that Lele has a bit of a milk-holding habit, and even when
she’s full, she would still want to suck on it.
But she was not going to explain this to Clarence.
Stella said, "It’s fine. Didn't you say that you can't be hungry even if you miss a single meal?"
She was so focused on feeding Lala in her arms that she didn't notice Clarence's reaction.
Lala ate a little less than her sister, and when she was full, her little head turned away.
There were still leftovers.
Stella put her down and then turned to get the breast pump.
Just as she picked it up, Clarence's warm voice came through her ear, "It’s ok to miss one meal but I
have missed a lot now."
Stella, "..."
This wretched man was at it again.
Stella crossed her arms in front of her body, "Don't give me that."
Since the time when the baby didn't have enough to eat, Stella was really pissed off, in the past three
months, she did not let him touch her.
Clarence also knew that he had gone too far and had been much more behaved, just holding her to
sleep.
Clarence saw this and raised his eyebrows, easily holding her wrist, "When are you going to let me
have a full meal."
Stella was still holding the breast pump, not properly dressed, bashful under his gaze, kicked him in
anger, and deliberately changed the subject, "My Dad will treat Sherry’s parents for dinner tonight, you
can have as much as you want.”
Clarence didn't know what to say to that.
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