Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella was tingled by his bites.

It was different from before, especially with the contrast of the two babies eating, causing the man a little eviler.

Also harder.

Stella frowned in pain, pounding his shoulder, annoyed, "Stop. Noah will eat."

Clarence then slowed down, and after a few seconds, he raised his head and licked the corner of his lips, "He

doesn't need it."

Stella was speechless and didn't know how he could say this aloud.

"You are even thirty..."

Before she could finish her words, her lips were blocked by him.

Clarence wrapped the back of her head to press her back onto the bed. His tongue quickly opened her mouth,

kissing her deeply as if he wanted to swallow her.

Stella had not been kissed by him like this for a long time and was overwhelmed. Her hands could only place on his

shoulders.

After the long kiss, Clarence rested his forehead against hers, "Baby, remember what I have said?"

Stella didn't answer immediately.

During her pregnancy, he had threatened her countlessly.

How could she forget?

She slightly turned her head sideways with an uneven breath, "You say so many things every day. How can I

remember? I'll get a recorder to save it all. I..."

Clarence kissed her again to interrupt her.

He did not give her time to adapt. His fingers gradually went down, which made her repeatedly shiver.

Clarence restrained a lot since Stella was pregnant. Especially during her pregnancy, he only slept with her every

night, no other actions.

Even if he occasionally asked her to help him out in various fancy ways.

Not once, like this, had the intention been so obvious.

As if every his indulge breath was telling her that tonight was a sleepless night.

After delivery, Stella had been much more sensitive, and his approach instantly aroused her lust.

She had somehow wrapped around his neck, tilting her head in response.

The room swayed with the shadows of the trees blown by the wind outside.

It was indistinct, casting several shadows on the walls.

The two little babies had just been fed and slept in their cots, extraordinarily sweet.

Stella panted, "Can you be gentle? Don't wake the children up."

Clarence's voice was low, "Can I?"

Stella was speechless.

Clarence picked her up a moment later, "Go to the bathroom."

There was no more obstruction now.

For a moment, Stella felt that she was going to die here.

In her ear, she heard Clarence whisper, his breath warm, "So sweet."

Stella was confused with her eyes were wet, "What?"

Clarence nibbled on her shoulder and continued her moves under, answering directly with action.

They didn't know how long they stayed in the bathroom, and by the time they came out, it was drizzling outside.

Stella was so exhausted that she fell asleep straight away.

Clarence tucked her in, went to see his two daughters, added a small blanket for them and went to the study to

smoke a cigarette, sighing in satisfaction.

After that, he took a shower to rinse off the smell of cigarette before getting to bed, hugging Stella into sleeping.

...

Dolores was cooking in the kitchen the following day when she heard cries.

She turned and saw Clarence standing there with the baby in his arms, frowning as if he was considering how to

stop them.

Seeing this, Dolores hurried over, "What are you doing?"

"They keep crying."

Dolores picked one up with one hand, "They must be hungry. Where is Stella? Hasn't she fed them?"

Clarence coughed with one hand against his lips, "She's still sleeping."

Before Clarence continued, Dolores was about to say, "There are leftovers from yesterday. Feed them first."

Dolores handed him a baby, went to the fridge to get milk and put it on the warmer.

Dolores repeatedly wanted to say that he was too willful, but she finally kept quiet.

After all, as an elder, she couldn't say much about the youngsters' affairs.

When the two little ones had been fed, they quieted down, lying in the pram with tears on their eyelashes.

Dolores shoved the milk bottle to him, "Take it and wash it. Noah is about to wake up. I'll go and dress him."

Clarence raised his eyebrows slightly and went into the kitchen with it.

Archer walked to the kitchen with a yawn, seeing him bending over slightly, washing the milk bottles carefully.

As he was startled, he didn't forget to take a picture of Clarence.

However, he had forgotten to turn the mute on.

The moment the picture was taken, Clarence's face was expressionless as he turned his head and glared at him.

Archer laughed in awkward, hastily put away his phone and ran away.

...

Stella didn't wake up until noon, and she felt that it had been a long, long time since she had slept so well last time.

She checked at the time, finding that it was almost twelve o'clock, so she looked up at the crib.

The two children were nowhere to be seen.

When she finished washing up and went downstairs, she saw Noah on the stool, teasing the two sisters in the cot,

and her heart finally dropped.

When Stella was breastfeeding her two babies in the afternoon, she was embarrassed to find that there wasn't

much milk.

Stella was annoyed.

How much did that bastard eat last night?

Dolores was silent for a while and carried the babies back, "There's still more in the fridge. I'll feed them first."

Stella's face turned red, and she spent the whole afternoon locked up in her room, unwilling to go out.

When Clarence came to her, she directly pinned him to the bed with a pillow over his face.

Clarence didn't struggle but asked in a low voice, "So you like this?"

Stella was furious and smashed the pillow on him several times, "Bullshit. We sleep in separate rooms from now on.

You go to the study!"

"Why?"

"How dare you ask? I didn't have enough milk to feed..."

She couldn't say the rest of her words.

Clarence rolled over on her and said on purpose, "Is milk blocked? I read online that you can suck it out. I…"

And with his actions, he said he was happy to help.

"Get out!"