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.

to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go

of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her

looked quite depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being

said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last

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

her impatiently, “What on earth do you

insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten

leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to

his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I

he has gone back

you think a bowl of

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but only made an

“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 up for so long

before

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

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

her

insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to

with a hand, picked up the

eyes. “How

time you cooked it. What’s

it is... What if I improved

her a glance. “Not

choked up by

knew this wretched man wouldn’t

taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata

on earth do

on. I’ll get my insulation pail back

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

For a

“Take your stuff

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

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