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 to

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

Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being

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

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

her impatiently, “What on

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

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

and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly.

Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back

bowl of fish soup is enough

Stella was speechless.

that he might not want to take the soup

enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr.

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

curled her lips,

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

over with a hand, picked up the soup,

eyes. “How do

the first time you cooked it. What’s

is... What if I improved

cast her a glance. “Not

was choked up by his

wretched man wouldn’t talk

houttuynia cordata in it.

unhappily. “What on earth do you

on. I’ll get

down the bowel, he

aback. For a moment, she

“Take

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

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