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.

minutes, Stella said 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,

the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly.

here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad.

“You said I’m dignified, domineering,

someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if

impatiently, “What

haven’t eaten since last night until

leaning against the door and looking at her

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

Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your help. Mr.

think a bowl of fish soup is enough to

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the soup but only made an

what else I can do to repay your favor.

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

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

her lips,

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

hand, picked up the soup, and took s

widened her eyes. “How do you

the first time you cooked

it is... What if I

her a

was choked up by his

this wretched man

“If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker

“What on earth do you want

Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish

the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently,

For a moment, she lost her

“Take your stuff

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