Clarence’s black eyes became more sexual and his Adam’s apple popped up and down, “It’s not enough.”

Stella tilted her head, seeming to be pondering what she should do to show her sincerity.

After a short while, she circled her arms around his neck and kissed him again. She licked his thin lips carefully.

Clarence’s tightened his grip on her waist instantly, put one hand on the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

At the beginning, Stella was a bit unaccustomed to it and felt her lips ached a bit. But at a second thought, she thought it was reasonable for him to be angry as she didn’t prepare a gift for him on their wedding anniversary.

She then replied his enthusiasm slowly and gently.

She had a feeling that Clarence was so different today. He was excessively gentle today.

She was intoxicated by his gentleness.

Right at this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Emmett was stunned when he saw this and his hands that were placed at each side were gradually clenched into fists.

Two seconds later, he quickly turned around and left.

When hearing the sound of the door closing, Stella pushed Clarence away reflectively. With a red face, she stammered, “Someone… Someone is here…”

“Don’t be bothered.”

Clarence pulled down her head and kissed her deeply again.

After a long while, Clarence finally let go of her.

Nesting in his embrace silently, Stella breathed deeply. Pulling his cloth, she asked dizzily, “Don’t we go back?”

Meeting her watery eyes in the air, Clarence replied in a low, husky voice, “What do you want to do after coming back, huh?”

Stella felt guilty under his gaze. She shifted her gaze, feeling her heartbeat accelerating.

Clarence curled his lips into a smile and gently rubbed her hair, “We can’t go home today.”

It was already enough. If he took more advantage of her when she was drunk, when Stella became sober, she would not only become angry.

He carried her up into his arms and said in a low voice, “I will send you home.”

Stella replied with a nasal sound and grasped the cloth in front of his chest tightly.

When they were downstairs at the Twilight Club, Stella had fallen asleep.

Clarence put her into the car and said in a flat tone, “Turn up the temperature.”

“Okay,” Nathan replied and then asked, “Mr. Conrad, Mr. Carter has left.”

Clarence replied nonchalantly with a nasal sound. He put the jacket onto Stella and embraced her in his arms.

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