Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 1149

Stella was already sweating after giving the two little girls a bath.

Clarence picked them up one by one: "You go ahead and take a shower, I'll take them to bed."

"Good."

But the two little girls are now a little sleepy, and more clingy, one deflated mouth after asking for mommy, the other also started.

Two voices, one high and one low, aggravated.

Stella just took two steps and turned back with some unease.

Clarence ignored it and carried them straight outside.

Stella said, "Eh, you be patient, don't make them cry."

"I know."

Clarence carried the two little girls back to their room and bent them over the bed.

"Mom ......"

"Mom~ oooh."

Clarence sat down in front of them and said in a slow voice, "Mommy doesn't have time, Daddy does."

Lala whimpered again, tears falling almost in the blink of an eye.

Clarence gently rubbed her hair, "Well, aren't you sleepy, sleep."

Lele was a little better behaved, just pouting and pointing at something on the bedside table, "Bunny."

Clarence brought the bunnies over and stuffed one in each of their arms, then pulled on the covers, "Go to sleep, Daddy will stay with you."

The two little girls are also really sleepy, hugging the little rabbit grunting for a while, finally fell asleep.

Clarence gets up, gently closes the door and leaves.

When he came back to the room, Stella had just come out from blow-drying her hair.

Clarence walked up to her and lifted a strand of hair: "Not blow-dried again."

Stella exhaled: "It's too hot in there, sweaty and it's basically blown dry, it'll be fine in a while."

She said, walking over to the coffee table and sorting through the gifts Winnie had bought for the three little ones.

Clarence said, "Leave it for tomorrow and let Alisa take care of it."

Stella said, "Anyway, I'm fine now, so it's just as well to get these cleaned up and my hair ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was yanked up by Clarence and headed for the bathroom.

Stella: "?"

"Didn't you say you were sweating again, wash again."

Stella: "......"

This night, Stella felt that the water on her body never dried.

Sweat again and water from the shower.

In addition to the wine at dinner, she was also dizzy and let the man do whatever he wanted.

After getting out of the bathroom with great difficulty, Stella flopped down on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Clarence had just turned off the lights when she slowly spoke up, "Does Georgie still like Chan now."

Clarence raised an eyebrow, "Why else do you think she went back to City N."

"I thought it was because Mr. Thomas was sick ......"

Stella said, came to a little spirit, tilted her head and said, "You saw Georgie today, right, I didn't actually have any interaction with her before, and after talking a couple of times today, I felt she was quite hostile to Winnie."

Clarence pushed her back and pulled her into his arms, "Isn't it normal for her to like Channing and be hostile to Winnie."

"But ......" Stella paused and suddenly reacted, "that means she knows?"

"According to you, it should be."

Stella said, "I think that hostility of hers seems like it's coming from a bad place."

"Georgie lost her parents when she was a child, was overindulged and loved by those around her, acted in extremes, and wanted what she had to get."

"Yeah, I'm just a little worried about ......"

Clarence closed his eyes and whispered, "Don't worry, Channing won't let her have that chance."

"That ......"

"Go on if you can't sleep."

Stella immediately shut her mouth.

......

The other side.

It may be that the wind is blowing too hard, and it may be that the wine is starting to get to the head, the second half of the journey back, Winnie has been dizzy, the world in front of her eyes are starting to replay.

She could only close her eyes and sit motionless in the passenger seat with her head hanging.

Soon, the car drove slowly into the basement.

Winnie looked up and around in a daze, "Are we there yet."

Channing stopped the car, "Here we are."

Winnie went to pull the car door, but there is little strength in the feet, the whole person are picking on the car door, to fall off.

Channing saw this, unbuckled his seatbelt, went around to the other side, held her up, and said with amusement, "What are you doing."

Winnie looked at him with misty eyes, "I just saw that it's high up here, and I ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Channing leaned down and picked her up by the waist.

Channing said, "It's really high, I'll carry you back."

Winnie's head buried in his arms, whispered, "You walk slower, I want to throw up ......"

Channing has really slowed down.

He asked, "Is it better now?"

Winnie nodded breathlessly.

When we got home, Channing put her in the couch, "Sit down for a minute, I'll get you some water and take the antidote."

Winnie nestled into the couch and didn't say anything.

Two minutes later, Channing was in front of her with warm water.

Winnie took it, tilted her head and drank a large portion of it.

Channing took the glass of water and set it aside on the coffee table, "Is that better now."

Winnie looked at him and spoke without warning, "I'm actually curious about one thing."

Channing met her gaze and spoke lowly, "Hmm?"

Winnie suddenly came close and said word for word: "You are allergic to alcohol, is a little bit of wine can not be touched, such as the dishes put in the wine seasoning or something ......"

At that, Channing gazed at her and his eyes deepened a few notches: "Such will not."

Winnie breathed a sigh of relief: "Yeah, no, I told you, it would be too much to bear if that would be allergic too." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

After thinking about it, she added, "So ......"

Channing propped his hand on the couch at her side and waited for her next question.

Winnie hesitated for a while, as if to relieve the doubts in her mind, she gently went over and touched his lips: "I've been drinking, will this kind of."

Her gaze was extremely serious and held a few moments of curiosity.

Channing laughed softly and replied, "Neither will this kind."

Winnie got this answer and was satisfied that she wanted to return it.

Channing, however, snapped the back of her head, his voice low and slow: "I thought that you should try it further."

Winnie didn't respond for a moment: "What ......"

She had only just opened her mouth when Channing had already attacked her lips, easily prying open her teeth and tasting the red wine in her mouth.

Winnie was obviously not expecting this from him and blinked as she propped her hands on his shoulders.

After a moment, Channing let her go, his voice lower than before, "No more questions?"

Winnie, as if finding a bit of thought, subconsciously stammered: "That ...... that so would?"

"No."

"...... Oh."

Channing looked at her, the corners of his lips lifted, and kissed her anew.

He took her lips and attacked the city inch by inch.