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.

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, so

of her was opened suddenly.

Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded

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

someone was Mr. Conrad.

her impatiently, “What on

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, Mr.

door and looking at her expressionlessly. He

daggers at her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you for helping my

brother told me that he has gone back to university now.

a bowl of fish soup is enough to

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take

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 have a

before Clarence

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

at his

her lips,

the insulation pail into a

took it over with a hand, picked up

eyes. “How do you

first time you cooked it. What’s so

if I improved my cooking

cast her a glance. “Not

choked up by

knew this wretched man wouldn’t

was reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The

unhappily. “What on earth do you want

on. I’ll get my

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

was taken aback. For a moment, she lost

said expressionlessly, “Take

don’t have the right to say something, but... what if you