Chapter 95: Then, Why Don’t You Like Me, Mr. Conrad?

Stella had never expected that one day, Clarence, the wretched man, would boil the water and wash her hair for her. This didn’t match his identity only but also it was abnormally weird. Stella felt as if she was drinking before stepping to the scaffold. It was way too creepy. She said, “Mr. Conrad, how about let me do it myself?” Clarence answered coldly, “Shush.” Stella hummed and didn’t speak anymore. The warm water was poured above her head, dropping into the garden. Although Stella couldn’t see it, she could guess the scene was quite happy and romantic. Of course, the premise was that the wretched man wasn’t doing it with a cold look. Besides that, the whole procedure was smooth and quiet. She faintly had an illusion that they were a normal couple who loved each other. As soon as she thought about it, Stella was startled. Subconsciously, she dodged. Clarence pressed her shoulder with another hand. He asked unhappily, “Why are you moving? Haven’t you said the water tempe