Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

On the floor of the living room, clothes were scattered everywhere.

On a tea table was the takeaway left neglected, which had long cooled off.

The bedside lamp, radiating amorously swaying light, projected on the wall, where two silhouettes were tangling

vigorously.

After a long while, all this came to a stop.

Sherry lay prone on the bed, wet with perspiration, yet unwilling to make a single movement, just took out her

cellphone, swiping casually.

Daniel tied the condom expertly into a knot and threw it into the trashcan. “When are we getting married?” he

asked.

Sherry paused and turned to him with a confused look on her face, “Getting what?”

Daniel repeated with misgivings, “Married.”

“Marry who?”

Knowing that she was doing this on purpose, Daniel pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on her.

Perchance triggered with a little uneasiness by his eyes, Sherry shifted her attention back to the phone, with much

resemblance to a cheating philanderer who denied his deeds after what happened, “I’ve got no intention of getting

married now, and you are welcome to find someone else to tie the knot, if you would like to.”

Daniel couldn't believe it.

He was on the verge of bursting into laughter when he was supposed be pissed off, “Aren't your parents always

urging you to find a partner?”

“Yeah, but I don't necessarily need to get married. You just meet with them to see if there is a proper one. I still

want to play around for some time. It's so great to be single that you can change your boyfriend anytime you like.”

“Now I am getting the idea of why you are such a bigot of non-marriage. It would be troublesome dealing with a

divorce after marriage. I might as well pick up some guys while I'm still vernal, and taste the fun of the world.

Daniel gritted his teeth and threw a question, “So am I treated as your boyfriend or something to make booty call

for?”

“It doesn't matter,” said Sherry. “Anyway, we go separate ways in the end. Whether it's a boyfriend, or...”

Before she could finish, Daniel came up behind her, his teeth biting on the her thin shoulder, “Okay, I know what

you want.”

For this time, without any foreplay before penetration, in the same gesture did Sherry give a stuffy snort. Her hand

clenching the cellphone shivered, her head forced to be raised up and her breathing more ragged.

Daniel seized her phone and threw it aside, his jaw being taut on his rather upsettingly sullen face.

It was much more force exerted on this turn that Sherry, involuntarily clutching the sheet beneath, was

undertaking.

The hair clip behind her head was unknowingly taken off by the man. Her medium-long hair dangled down, in the

midst of which were a few strands of hair, sweated and pasted behind the ear.

After a while, Sherry suddenly realized something was going wrong. She turned to the man and asked, “Are you not

wearing it?”

Daniel propped himself up with hands at her body sides, his eyes dodging down. There was no eye-contact but a

soft affirmative "hmm".

Sherry was just about to speak, when she felt his strength being suddenly intensified.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, in a voice on the brink of turning into scream. Intermittently were they

released, “No... You can’t. No way until you put it on... Um!”

She felt herself falling into a torrentially surging sea.

Every wave smacking into her almost overwhelmed this girl.

She was about to lose her breath when the wave was, all at once halted eventually.

At the very juncture, Daniel pulled it out.

He admitted that those words had really gotten himself a bit out of his own hand.

It even came to himself that a possible re-pregnancy could help get rid of all the messes in her mind and let her be

with him ever after.

But that was what a scoundrel would think. He would have slapped himself so hard if the crime had been actually

committed.

She had been suffering so much due to him before, and was still taking medicine for recuperation.

He was such a jerk.

Sherry, on the other side, knowing nothing about how much he was mentally struggling and repentant, just took a

soothing breath, bent down to pick up the hair claw on the ground, and went into the bathroom clipping her hair,

“I'll go take a shower. I have work to do tomorrow.”

For his behavior just now, she did not give much concern, Men likes doing it with their bare thing, which may

allegedly proffer more pleasure.

She would have made him stop, lest he had not retreated himself from inside.

It's comfortable though, but no more babies allowed for the time being.

When Sherry was in the bathroom, Daniel sat down on the edge of bed, puffing out a long breath, and hastily began

restoring everything to the former state.

He turned around with a glance at the wetly disorderly sheet, got up and opened the wardrobe, so as to seek out a

fresh one for exchange.

It was just when Sherry finished her shower with the thought of cleansing the sheet that she caught the sight of an

already nice and neat one.

From the kitchen came a faint noise of something.

She paced slowly over, her sight glued to the man in the kitchen, “What are you doing?”

Put on a pair of pants only, Daniel, with the upper half in nude, was to dispose the takeout package, saying, “Just a

little hungry. Would you like some?”

If he had not expressly reminded Sherry of the lure of spice from the takeout, she would not have been feeling that

starving for food as well.

On the occasion of such strenuous “exercise” taken, the ingested at dinner had already been digested.

Gently nodded Sherry, “Why not.”

Soon the takeaway was reprocessed and heated up.

For what it was already too late at night, she simply stuffed her stomach with few bites, for fear of gaining weight.

Daniel’s inquiry of such a limited amount was rewarded with a casual answer, “I’m on a diet.”

He said, “On a barbecue diet?”

That was really a sharp attack.

None the less she didn't continue to eat. Daniel finished all the rest.

It was not until the clock nearly struck one in the morning did Sherry get back on the bed.

It had been an idling experience, on which all the nighttime was wasted.

She put down her phone, switched off the lamp and was ready for bed when Daniel walked in and closed the

bedroom door passingly.

“Why are you in here?”

“Sleep,” Daniel made a frankly self-possessed answer.

“I thought you were sleeping on the couch.”

During her pregnancy, Daniel had been attending to her here, sleeping on the couch evenings.

So now she was taking it for granted that the couch is where he ought to rest himself.

Daniel, “I have been of service all night long to you and now I do deserve not even a bed sharing?”

Alright, just let it pass.

Sherry remained silent for a little while and said “Don't you say... that word.”

With this to her mind did the man bear much more appearance of a male prostitute.

It was, on earth, something from which both can acquire the mutual luxury.

Daniel, however, without any speech, went forthright to the bed and lay down.

Sherry moved aside, and pulled up the quilt over herself, leaving half the room for the man.

“Is there... any business, for which you came to see Ms. Radomil tonight?” Asked Daniel.

“The studio is not spatial enough for our work now, so I got to look for a new site.” She replied.

“Where are you going to move?”

“I haven’t decided yet. What Stella sent to me tonight seemed good. It's pretty much settled.”

Scarcely would Daniel like to speak more, when Sherry turned over her side and said, “It's getting too late. I need to

sleep.”