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.

“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 you wouldn’t be

her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her

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

all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified,

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

impatiently, “What

insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately deliver this to you,

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. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank

told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so

you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but only

do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then. Please have a good

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

head and took a look at his room, and then

her

Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and

it over with a hand, picked up the soup, and took s

widened her eyes. “How do you like

you cooked it. What’s so

it is... What if I improved

a glance.

was choked up by his

knew this wretched man

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

“What on earth do you want to tell

on. I’ll get my insulation

keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently,

For a moment,

“Take

right to say something,