In the studio, Clarence was sitting on the sofa, working on his documents.

Stella poured him a glass of water and walked to him, “Mr. Conrad, this has become another office of yours. Why don’t you just move in?”

Clarence raised his eyebrows, “May I really move in?”

“Nope.”

Clarence closed the document, looking up at her, and asked, “How much longer will it take you?”

Stella slightly pressed her lips, “I don’t know.”

She had no inspiration at all right now.

Probably she would stay here overnight instead of going home.

Clarence looked at her worried face and figured out what happened. He asked, “Have you received the requirements of the contest?”

Stella sat on the couch next to him and hummed absentmindedly.

“Tell me about them.”

Stella looked at him, “Mr. Conrad, don’t you know anything about it?”

Clarence curled up his lips, “Conrad Group is just the sponsor of the contest. Why would I need to care about other things? If I did knew the details, others might speak ill of you. You would be negatively impacted.”

Since Modesty had said that Stella could achieve her goals all because of Clarence, others might also think so although they never spoke it out.

Once Clarence got to know the requirement in advance, even he hadn’t told her anything, people would talk about it.

Stella curled her lips. Much to her surprised, the wretched man was quite careful this time.

Clarence stretched his arms on the back of the sofa casually. He loosened his necktie as if he was waiting for her answer.

Stella slowly answered, “The love confession.”

Clarence slightly raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t quite understand it.

She added, “That’s the only title of this contest.”

“Why are you so worried then?” Before Stella answered, he continued, “Is it because nobody ever has confessed his love to you before?”

Stella was speechless.

She wondered what kind of nonsense the wretched man was talking about.

Clarence slightly moved, bent over in front of her, and stared at her with his black eyes. He said slowly, “Have you received a lot of confession letters before?”

Under his direct gaze, Stella felt a sense of guilt. She retorted, “Well...You sound as if you had never been confessed to before. Haven’t you receive any?”

After finishing her words, Stella regretted it somehow.

Their conversation wasn’t like a quarrel between two pupils but also as a competition of jealousy between them.

Stella’s ears blushed. She wasn’t in the mood to continue talking to him, so she stood up and walked towards the office, “I’ll continue thinking about my design draft.copy right hot novel pub