Chapter 92: Are You a Turtle? Moving So Slowly

Clarence didn’t spare her a glance. Withdrawing his hand, he strode on the step. Stella followed him for a few steps. Then she asked, “Mr. Conrad, do you want to go to any other places? If not, I gotta go home.” “Hasn’t anyone told you to exercise more after being pregnant?” Stella answered seriously, “My doctor told me to have more rest, leaving those disgusting people and matters alone.” Clarence cast her an indifferent glance. “Of course, I feel physically and mentally delighted with being with you, Mr. Conrad. Where else do you want to go? Let’s go there and come back as soon as possible. Otherwise, it’ll get dark soon.” Looking at her hypocritical smile, Clarence snorted, “Nowhere.” Stella exhaled. She was delighted. It seemed the way back was shorter than the way when they came here. Shortly, they arrived at the door of the house. Stella said, “Mr. Conrad, I’m going upstairs. If you need anything, please let me know.” As she spoke, she trotted away before Clarence answe