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.

in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a

she finished her words, the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly. “Are you

Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not getting even with me

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

Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist

impatiently, “What on earth do you

and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t

the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t

sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away

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

you’ve known it, do you think a bowl of

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take the soup but

enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay

away before

“Stop.”

a smile.

titled his head and took a look at his

curled her lips,

the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr. Conrad,

picked up the

eyes. “How

not the first time you cooked it.

course it is... What if I improved my

a glance. “Not at

choked up by

wretched man

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

on earth

on. I’ll get my insulation pail back

keep on drinking the soup. Putting down

taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

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

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