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.

in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could find me, so

front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at

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

said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last night. Now

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

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on

“I heard you haven’t

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

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

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

bowl of fish soup is

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but only

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 up

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

at his

curled her lips,

poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence.

hand, picked up

widened her eyes. “How

you cooked it.

is... What if I improved my

a glance.

was choked up by his

wretched man wouldn’t talk

was reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you want to

Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation

down the bowel, he said

taken aback. For a moment, she lost

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

I know I don’t have the right to say something,