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.

few minutes, Stella 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 you wouldn’t

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

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

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

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

interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do

him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since

crossed his arms on his chest, leaning against the door and looking

at her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t

me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your help. Mr.

you’ve known it, do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay

Stella was speechless.

that he might not want to take the soup but only

Mr. Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold

away before

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

and took a look at his room, and

her lips, following

soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed

a hand, picked up the soup, and took s

“How do you

time you cooked it.

course it is... What if I improved my cooking

a glance. “Not

choked up

knew this wretched man wouldn’t

is houttuynia cordata in

“What on earth

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

Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella, don’t

taken aback. For a

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

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