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.

don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could find me, so you wouldn’t be

her words, the locked door in front of her was

Conrad.

look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m

say that someone was Mr.

interrupted her impatiently, “What on

you haven’t

door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention

looked away awkwardly. “Mr.

me that he has gone back to university

it, do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the

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

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

with a smile.

a look at his room, and then turned around

curled her

insulation pail into a bowl and handed it

hand, picked up

eyes. “How do you

you cooked it. What’s so

it is... What if

her a

up by his

wretched man wouldn’t talk

was reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish

earth do

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

on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella, don’t do anything

a moment, she

“Take your stuff

I know I don’t have the right to say something, but... what if

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