Chapter 900: All the Wicked Ways

In the evening, Stella stood in front of the French window and looked at the heavy rainy night outside. She had lost in thought, and no one knew what she was thinking. After standing there for a long time, someone suddenly put on a set of clothes behind her. Stella turned around and looked at the man in front of him. She was stunned and asked, "When did you come back?" Clarence held her shoulder with both hands. "It's been a while. Aren't you tired?" It was okay if he didn't say anything. When he said it, Stella felt a little sore in her waist and legs. Clarence put his arms around her shoulders and took her to the sofa to sit down. There were hot dishes on the tea table. Clarence picked up the bowl of soup, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew it, and then put it beside her mouth. "I heard from Alisa that you didn't eat much at night. What happened?" Stella shook her head and drank the soup before saying, "I just had no appetite..." After a pause, she was afraid that Clarence