Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 962

Donald obviously didn’t expect her to do this. He was astonished for a second.

During this period, he was afraid that Daphne would think he was a playboy or she would thought that he had dirty intention of living with her.

Therefore, he never dared to make any move of crossing the line.

This indeed led to the fact that the relationship between them did not seem to have any actual changes and progress.

And this was also the first time for Daphne to fall in love with someone, and the first time to kiss a man initiatively.

Seeing that Donald had no respond, she thought that her abrupt move made him unhappy. She backed up a little, leaned on the sofa, and subconsciously licked her lips, which seemed to still have a smell that belonged to him.

Daphne blinked her eyes which were moist. Not knowing it’s because of drunkenness or something else, she blushed.

Donald put his hands on the sofa behind her, with his black eyes staring at her, “Why don’t you continue?”

Her voice stuttered, “I... I thought you don’t like it...”

Before she could finish speaking, Donald kissed her lips.

After a sound of “uh”, she stared at him with eyes wide opened for a moment.

Donald whispered, “Close your eyes.”

After his reminder, she slowly closed her eyes.

Donald saw her reaction, little by little, until he finally pried her tongue open.

Perhaps she was braver than usual when she was drunk, Daphne instinctively responded.

Sensing her movement, Donald clasped the back of her head, took off the glasses, threw them aside, deepened his kiss.

Soon Daphne was out of breath.

Donald backed away slightly, then hugged her up and went into his bedroom.

He put her on the bed. But when he was about to take the next step, he met her eyes.

Daphne’s eyes were always strong and bright, full of reason, as if carrying all her dreams and hopes.

Unconsciously, he was a little guilty.

Donald suddenly felt that he was taking advantage of her.

It’s only been a week since they have been together. It’s so fast in any reason.

And she was also drunk.

What if she woke up next morning and regret it?

Thinking of this, Donald quickly pulled up her scattered clothes and slowly got out of bed, “You...You can just sleep here, I’ll go to the guest room.”

He was about to leave when Daphne grabbed him and looked at him without saying a word.

Donald licked his lips and explained, “You’re drunk, just go to sleep.”

Daphne said, “I’m not drunk.”

Donald was confused.

Daphne said seriously, “I’m used to living alone, and I know where my limit is. So I’ll never drink it to the point of unconsciousness.”

Donald waved tentatively in front of her and stretched out his finger, “What’s the number?”

Daphne smiled and said again, “Mr. Shawn, I really know what I’m doing. I may not be as beautiful as your ex-girlfriends, nor as sexy as theirs. But I... I really...”

The words “I love you” were like adolescent romance, hovering between her lips but written in her eyes.

With just one glance, the unspoken words were revealed without any doubt.

Before moving in with Mr. Shawn, she never thought about this. Because she knew that they were not from the same world. After so many years, she could meet him again and make friends with him. She had thought it’s the luckiest thing in her life.

But she could never imagine that she would become his girlfriend before she could know why...

During this week, she also felt the care and warmth she had never felt before, Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

It turned out that it’s such a warm and happy feeling to someone waiting for you at home when you come home from work every day.

And that one was someone you have loved for many years.

Daphne didn’t know if Donald was acting on his whim, or for other reason. But she never wanted anything from him. She just trusted him instinctively, without any doubt.

It turned out that he deserved it.

If Donald was really just fooling her around, he could have done something to her this week.

She wouldn’t refuse,

But he didn’t.

On the contrary, he respected her, and he was a real gentleman.

He seemed to be much more mature than the one she remembered.

He would no longer speak justice and bloody words like what he had said a few years ago. But he would engrave his belief deep in his mind and carry it out through his actions.

Much worthier of her love.

Daphne admitted that she’s still a little drunk.

After hearing Donald say that he would pick her up however late, her heart seemed to have found a safe haven.

She drank a little more than usual.

She was dizzy all over. When she realized that he was saying that because he didn’t want her to regret it the next morning. So, she was saying these words purely on instinct.

There was only the cold moonlight but no lights on in the bedroom. The faint moonlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

From the time she couldn’t realize, Donald started to kiss her lips again. His fingers clasped her hands, taking her breath step by step.

As the wheezing in the room intensified, Donald paused slightly and asked her in a hoarse voice, “Does it hurt?”

Daphne felt sweat all over her back. Her brain was also intertwining between sobriety and chaos.

Her voice was dull and nasal, “A little...”

“Then I’ll take it slow.”

...

At the same time.

Stella woke up to find that Clarence was not around.

She took out her phone and checked the time. It was 2 a.m.

Is there anything wrong with the company?

Stella yawned, lifted the covers, and went to the bathroom.

As soon as she walked into the living room, she heard the faint cry of the little guy coming from next door.

She was stunned there. The sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and she hurried over.

She then saw Dolores and Clarence were both there as well as Archer James. The little guy was in Clarence’s arms, crying wildly.

Stella said in a trembling voice, “What happened?”

Clarence handed the child to Archer, walked to her, stroked her head fently, and reassured, “It’s no big deal. It’s just a fever, and it have already taken medicine.”

Stella’s expression was full of tension, she looked at the little guy, and then looked at him, “Isn’t it alright at night? Why did it suddenly... Is there something wrong? tell me, I can...”

Her whole body was trembling slightly.

Clarence held her in his arms, “It’s really okay. Don’t worry about it. It’ll get better soon.”

Stella suddenly remembered something, “The new toxin Justin said before, the box...the box is still with me...”

She came out of Clarence’s arms and wanted to go get it, but Clarence grabbed her wrist.

He whispered, “Calm down please. It has nothing to do with the toxin, nor the box.”

“Then… What’s wrong with it?”

At this time, Archer’s voice came, “His condition is more serious than before.”