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.

meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go

she finished her words, the locked door in front of her was

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

look at her at all, snorting. “You said

that someone was Mr. Conrad.

impatiently, “What on

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

door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t

his gaze. She looked away

that he has gone

think a bowl of fish soup is enough to

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take the soup but only made

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

and took a look at

her lips, following

Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into

with a hand, picked up the soup, and

her eyes. “How

you

is... What if I improved

her a

choked up by his

wretched man wouldn’t

cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher, isn't it extremely

on earth do you want to

on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after you

down the bowel, he

was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

don’t have the right to say

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255