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.

I’m taking off. I’ll go to

her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly.

depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not getting

all, snorting. “You said I’m

was Mr.

“What on

him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since

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

daggers at her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly.

remained silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your

a bowl of fish soup

Stella was speechless.

to

else I can do to repay your

away before

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

look at his room, and then turned around and walked

her lips,

poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed

picked up the soup,

her eyes. “How do you

you cooked it.

is... What if I improved my cooking

her a glance. “Not at

choked up by his

knew this wretched man wouldn’t talk

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

frowned unhappily. “What on earth

Conrad, keep on. I’ll get

down the bowel, he said

taken aback. For a moment,

“Take your stuff

don’t have the right to say something,

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