Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Chapter 85: Don’t Do Anything Meaningless

At noon, when Dolores was cooking, Stella went to the kitchen to help her.

Dolores said, “The kitchen is quite small. Why are you here to make it so crowded? Just wait outside.”

Stella said with a smile, “Ms. Anderson, could you please make a bit more soup?”

“Can you finish all?”

“I...” Stella rolled her eyes. “My friend also wants to drink it. I want to share the soup with him later.”

Dolores knew clearly who her “friend” was. She didn’t answer but put more water into the pot. She said indifferently, “Just up to you.”

Stella held back her laughter. “Okay, Ms. Anderson. I’ll wait outside then.”

Dolores hummed.

In the yard, Stella supported her chin with one hand, curling up her lips into a smile. She finally knew why Clarence always affirmed with his lips but denied in his heart -- he inherited the character from someone.

After lunch, Stella put the soup into Dolores’ insulation pail, took it, and walked slowly to the hotel.

Nathan showed her to the door of Clarence’s room. “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad now... I’m afraid he wouldn’t want to meet you.”

Not to mention Stella, he didn’t see anyone.

Stella said, “It’s alright. I just want to talk to him very quickly. If he doesn’t want to see me, I’m fine with it.”

Nathan nodded. “Okay. Ms. Radomil, please call me if you need anything.”

Then he left this battlefield-going-to-be as soon as possible.

Stella pressed the doorbell and called, “Mr. Conrad, can you hear me?”

She heard no response from the inside.

After a few seconds, Stella pressed the doorbell again. She raised her voice. “Mr. Conrad, I bought you some fish soup. If you don’t come out, I’ll finish it myself.”

There was still no response.

The wretched man was so calm.

Stella said in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m

in front of her

here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank

her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying

say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on

her impatiently, “What

you haven’t eaten

arms on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any

guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand.

he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your help. Mr.

do you think a bowl of

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but

think about what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then.

away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr.

and took a look at his room, and then turned around and walked

curled her lips, following

Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr. Conrad, try it,

hand, picked up the soup,

eyes. “How

first time you

if

her a glance. “Not at

up

wretched man wouldn’t

houttuynia cordata

earth do you want to tell

Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back

Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella, don’t

was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

to say something, but...

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