Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

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 taking off. I’ll

words, the locked door in front of her was

the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not getting even with me all the

didn’t look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last

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

“What on

in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so

his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He

sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you for helping

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

you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay this

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the soup but only

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

away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr.

head and took a look at

curled her lips, following

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

a hand, picked up the soup, and took

“How do

time you

course it is... What if I improved

her a glance. “Not at

up

this wretched man

added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher, isn't

earth do

keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish

didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella,

taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

“Take

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