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.

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

the locked door in front of her

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

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

someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist

her impatiently, “What on earth do

fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten

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

a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please

has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your help.

a bowl of fish soup

Stella was speechless.

knew that he might not want to take the

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

turned away before Clarence

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

head and took a look at his room, and

her

soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr.

over with a hand, picked up

her eyes. “How do you

time you cooked

What if I improved my

a glance.

choked up by

this wretched man wouldn’t talk

cordata

unhappily. “What on earth do you want to

keep on. I’ll get my insulation

on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he

was taken aback. For a moment, she

“Take your stuff

right to say something, but... what if you

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