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.

I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could find me, so you

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

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

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

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

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth

in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since

his arms on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly.

felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad,

that he has gone back to university

a bowl of fish soup is enough

Stella was speechless.

not want to take the soup but

withdrew the soup. “I see. 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

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

a smile.

titled his head and took a look at his

curled her

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

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

“How do you like

not the first time you cooked it.

is... What if I improved

her a glance.

up

knew this wretched

added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher, isn't it extremely

unhappily. “What on earth do

I’ll get my insulation

on drinking the soup. Putting down the

taken aback. For a moment,

“Take

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