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.

Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go

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

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

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

that someone was Mr.

“What on earth do

“I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately deliver

his arms on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention

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

Clarence remained silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to

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

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup

can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then. Please have a good rest, Mr.

away before

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

titled his head and took a look at his room,

her lips,

entering the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into

picked up the soup, and

widened her eyes. “How do

the first time you

is... What if I improved

cast her a glance.

choked up

wretched man

it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it.

unhappily. “What on earth do you

keep on. I’ll get

drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he

taken aback. For a

said expressionlessly, “Take

I know I don’t have the right to say