Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 992

Darnell leaned down and placed Elaine on the bed when they reached the guest bedroom.

She didn't know where she got the guts to suddenly tighten her arms around his neck and refused to let go.

Darnell was silent for seconds and whispered, "Let go."

"No. You don't have a girlfriend anyway, so why can't I?"

Darnell was surprisingly calm and patient, "Think about why they sent you to Switzerland. That's the answer."

"That's because you kept rejecting me. If you had said yes, they wouldn't have..."

"I told you I have no love chemistry with you."

Elaine was sad. "I know I'm not your type, but I'm willing to change for you. Whether you like sexy or alluring, I can..."

"You don't have to make any changes. You're fine as you are. It's not worth it for me."

"But I like you, really."

"Your feeling is normal for you at your age now, but I am not the right person and cannot respond to you. You will meet someone you like more."

"What if I won't?"

"It will happen."

"You're not me, so how can you be so sure?"

Darnell gently raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you like Clarence once?"

Elaine said nothing.

She instantly flushed and tried her best to retort, "How can that be the same? I did that because I didn't want to marry..."

Darnell looked at her, and the result was apparent in the unsaid.

Elaine sniffled, slowly withdrew her hand, turned her back to him, and buried her head in the pillow.

Darnell pulled the covers over her and then went out.

Elaine stomped on the blanket in chagrin but accidentally touched her hurt knee.

She had to pay for her youthful indiscretion after all.

Elaine lay dazed for a long time, unknowingly falling asleep.

It was already dawn when she woke up, and the sunlight fell in quietly and warmly.

Elaine stretched and sat up but saw a servant standing aside, looking at her with a smile, "Miss James, you're awake."

Elaine was taken aback by surprise, and the back of her head was hit.

She hissed and rubbed it.

"Breakfast is ready. Should I bring it to you or carry you down to eat?"

Elaine frowned, "Where is Darnell?"

"Master has gone out and instructed me to take care of you. Don't worry, I'm strong. I promise I won't fall over you."

Elaine didn't say anything.

She looked despondent.

Was he that unwilling to see her?

Elaine lifted the blanket and limped toward the bathroom.

The maid saw this and wanted to help her.

"Don't worry about me. I can do it myself."

"But Master said that you..."

Elaine understood. "That's because I want him to cuddle me. Now that he doesn't want to, so just forget it."

The maid smiled and silently withdrew in silence.

Elaine finished washing up and changed into another set of clothes before she slowly went downstairs to eat.

As she sipped her milk, she asked the maid, "Did he say when he would be back?"

The maid shook her head.

Elaine didn't say anything and ate her breakfast quietly.

The wounds had begun to scab over in the following days, and she did not see Darnell again.

Still, according to the maid, he came back every night.

Elaine looked at the messages from her Swiss classmates, and her teacher had also called her a few times.

Her father might find out if she didn't go back.

She picked up the champagne and poured it into a glass, then tilted her head and took a big gulp, shaking her head, her face full of sadness.

Why would it be so hard to like someone?

Elaine didn't know how much she had drunk and slumped dizzily on the sofa's edge. The bottle and glass fell to the floor.

After a while, she sat up violently and directly walked out of the guest bedroom and headed next door.

Elaine scanned around in a daze standing in the main bedroom, not seeing Darnell. She dropped her head again and walked back.

She circled around, but veered off, opened the door to the main bedroom bathroom, and went to sleep in the bathtub. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

When Darnell returned in the middle of the night, the maid told her that Elaine had gone to bed.

He mumbled and went back to his room.

Darnell took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt as he entered the bathroom.

He turned on the shower and took his shirt off.

Suddenly, there was a movement from the bathtub.

Darnell glanced over and saw a figure slowly sitting up, with wet, foggy eyes that looked straight at him.

He was speechless.

He turned off the water. "Why are you here?"

Elaine's eyes were watery. "Aren't I in bed? Why are you undressing in my room?"

As she spoke, Jiang Shang Han smelt a whiff of alcohol.

As he approached, the smell became even more substantial.

"How much have you drunk?"

Elaine held out three fingers, "One bottle."

"I'll send you back."

Elaine thought what he meant was that he was sending her back to Switzerland.

She lay back down again, clinging to the bathtub's edge, "No, I'm not going anywhere. I want to stay here!"

Darnell leaned over to hug her. "You'll catch a cold if you sleep here."

Hearing this, Elaine was a little compromised, and instead of holding on to the edge of the bathtub, she pulled him along, "Then you can sleep with me."

The floor was slick because of water, so Darnell was pulled into the bathtub since he didn't expect her to be that strong.

He felt her soft body.

Darnell's thin lips were set in a grim line, the veins on the corners of his forehead appeared, and he propped one hand on the bathtub, trying to be away from her body.

Still, Elaine embraced him like an octopus, hugging him with both hands and feet and muttering, "You're so warm."

She was wearing a nightgown without a bra.

He took a deep breath and lowered his voice. "Elaine."

Elaine ignored it and hugged him tighter, her lips unconsciously touching his ear with warm breath. "I don't want to go back. Don't chase me away."

Darnell stiffened slightly with a nervous face.

Elaine was oblivious to anything, hugging him and rubbing against him.

Darnell took a deep breath and could only wrap his arms around her back and hold her in his arms, picking her up.

However, Elaine cuddled him tighter as if she was glued to him.