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.

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

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

Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not getting even with

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

was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on thinking

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do you

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

leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention

her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly.

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

you’ve known it, do you think a bowl

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but only

what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

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

took a look at his

curled her lips,

room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it

with a hand, picked

widened her eyes. “How do you like

time you cooked

if I

a glance. “Not at

was choked up by

knew this wretched man

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

unhappily. “What on earth do you want

Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get

didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella, don’t do

was taken aback. For a

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

the right to

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