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,

of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly. “Are you

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

didn’t look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering,

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

her impatiently, “What on earth do

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

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

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

silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your

think a bowl of fish soup is enough

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the soup but only made

can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

his head and took a look at his room, and then turned

her

soup from the insulation pail into

a hand, picked up the soup,

her eyes. “How do you

not the first time you

is... What if

cast her a

choked up by

knew this wretched

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

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you

get my insulation pail

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

aback. For a

“Take your stuff and

know I don’t have the right to