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.

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 opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly. “Are you

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

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

I didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if

her impatiently, “What

you haven’t eaten since last night

and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have

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

added, “My brother told me that he has gone

think a bowl of fish soup

Stella was speechless.

to take the soup but only made

withdrew the soup. “I see. Mr. Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you

away before

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr.

his head and took a look at his room, and then turned

her

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

picked up the soup, and took

her eyes. “How do you

you cooked

is... What if

cast her a glance. “Not

choked up

knew this wretched man wouldn’t

cordata

“What on earth do you want to

I’ll get my insulation pail

Putting down the bowel, he

was taken aback. For a moment, she

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

have the right to say something,

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