Chapter 909: Constant Embarrassment

The snow outside the window continued felling, which made the branches bend down.

The heating system was on in the room, and the temperature was going up.

Clarence's grip on her waist tightened, but he let go of it immediately for fear of harming the baby in her
belly.

Seeing the cunning look in her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed. He slowly raised his hand and stroked
her ear. And said in a low, hoarse voice, "Did the doctor tell you that pregnancy takes ten months, not a
lifetime?"

Stella was about to retreat when being pulled into his arms.

Clarence lowered his head and leaned against her nose. Her breath was warm. "I'll remember this
first."

As he spoke, his lips brushed past hers.

The touch made Stella's fingertips tremble, but she said stubbornly, "Let's see whether you can hold on
for ten months first."

Clarence said reasonably, "There are only eight months left."

He continued. "Have you forgotten what the doctor said? Your situation is special. You should have the
cesarean as soon as possible before the child growing too big.

"In this way, there are only five to six months left at most."

Stella couldn't find a single word to refute.

He must be a time counting master.



Stella gently pounded his chest. "I won't bother you anymore. Go to sleep."

However, Clarence did not let her go. He finally bit her lips and put his hands into her hair, rubbing the
tender skin behind her ear.

Stella almost couldn't breathe because of his possessive kiss.

After a long time, Clarence finally let go of her. He said with dissatisfaction of desire. "Sleep."

In the past, he would always let her use her hand.

She didn't know if the doctor's words worked that he didn't bother her anymore today.

Lying in his arms, Stella rubbed against him with satisfaction and closed her eyes. "Good night."

Clarence held her in his arms and rested his chin on her head. He said calmly, "I thought you wanted
me not to fell in sleep tonight."

"That 'good night' was for myself."

Soon, the room became quiet again, leaving only the light sound of breathing.

Clarence said in a low voice, "Good night."

Stella replied softly, "Good night, I wish you a good dream."

"What is a good dream?"

"A dream of me."

Clarence smiled lightly as he hugged her even tighter.

…



At the same time, it was snowing at the grave.

Justin was sitting in a wheelchair. One of his men stood next to him, holding an umbrella for him.

Not far ahead, a skinny man was kneeling in front of the tombstone. His back and head drooped feebly,
and his body was covered with a thick layer of snow. He had been kneeling for at least half an hour.

His subordinate said, "Young Master Justin, it's windy here. Let's go back."

Justin did not answer, but looked at the scene in front of him coldly.

After a long time, he smiled with happy of revenge.

He said slowly, "He might not expect that he would end up like this before he did those things."

His subordinate stood silently, not daring to respond.

Justin looked at the tombstone with a cold and numb expression.

The next day, when Nathan brought the news, Clarence and Stella were having breakfast.

Stella frowned and did not know what to say.

Clarence looked calm and didn't feel surprised.

On the contrary, Archer clicked his tongue and sighed, "I always learned from the rumors that Darnell
James was terrible enough, but I didn't expect that Young Master Justin was even more terrible."

Elaine retorted, "Rumors are all fake. But he isn't..."

Archer put a piece of bread in his mouth and looked at Elaine. "Don't you remember? Who refused to
marry him because he drank blood?"



Elaine blushed. "I... I..."

After thinking for a long time, she couldn't think of a way to defend herself.

How long ago had that happened? Now she felt that she herself looked like an idiot when she recalled
it.

Perhaps, life was made up of many social death moments when you looked back in your growth.

Elaine muttered, "Even if I didn't refuse to marry him, he wouldn't marry me."

Archer agreed. "You finally have a clear understanding of yourself."

Just as they were bickering, Stella looked at Nathan and asked, "Is the body still in the cemetery?"

Nathan nodded. "Yes. Young Master Justin sent someone to guard there."

Stella pursed her lips gently and said to Clarence, "Send the body to the cremated and bury it."

Clarence nodded and turned to look at Nathan. He slightly raised his chin and motioned for him to do it.

Nathan immediately left.

At the dinner table, Elaine and Archer stopped talking and felt a little sad.

Clarence looked as calm as usual and said lightly, "I'll take you to the studio after breakfast."

Stella nodded. "Okay."

Elaine was very cautious and did not get in the same car. Instead, she asked the driver to send her
away with another one.



Just as she was about to get in the car, Archer stopped her.

Elaine turned around. "What's wrong?"

Archer looked at the car which Clarence took, and said after it was out of his sight, "I'll go back to
Riverside City in a few days. You come with me."

Elaine's eyes lit up but soon dimmed again. She pouted and said, "I won't go back."

"You didn't quarrel with your father. Why don't you go back?"

"My father and great-grandfather finally agreed to let me come to City N. What if they don't let me come
here anymore after I go back?"

"I didn't think they will."

Elaine thought for a while and said, "Then you're back in Riverside City. Will you come back?"

Archer put one hand in his pants pocket and said casually, "Of course I will."

Elaine's eyes lit up again. "When?"

"After thirty to fifty years."

What?

Archer continued, "I'll go back for just a few days. Once I finished my work, I will come back. Will you
back or not?"

Elaine wanted to go back, but she had a reason not to go back.

She hesitated for a long time and couldn't make a choice.



Archer said, "Well, well. Anyway, there are still a few days left. You can have enough fun. Let's talk
about it later."

Elaine said, "OK, then I'll go to work first."

Archer waved at her and turned to walk into the room.

Elaine sat in the car and took out her mobile phone from her bag. Looking at the message that had not
been replied, she felt more unhappy.

"In fact," she thought...

It was good to go back. At least she could ask him in person why he always ignored her.

"I am not...""very annoying, am I?"

Thinking of this, Elaine thought of what Archer had just said at the dinner table.

"Well, at that time, I am annoying."


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