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.

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

the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at

you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not

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

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

her impatiently, “What on

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

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

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

that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for

known it, do you think a bowl of fish

Stella was speechless.

that he might not want to take the soup

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 then. Please have a

away before

“Stop.”

with a smile.

at his

her lips, following

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

it over with a hand, picked

her eyes. “How do

time you cooked

is... What if I improved

a glance. “Not

up by

knew this wretched

carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker

“What on earth do you want to tell

Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail

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

was taken aback. For a moment, she

said expressionlessly, “Take

right to say something,

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