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.

since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to

door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly.

last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank

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

Mr. Conrad. Well, if you

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth

“I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so

on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to let her

a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to

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

a bowl of fish soup is

Stella was speechless.

knew that he might not want to

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.

before Clarence

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

titled his head and took a look at his room, and then turned around and walked

curled her lips,

insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr. Conrad, try

over with a hand, picked

her eyes. “How do you

the first time you cooked it.

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

her a glance. “Not at

choked up by

this wretched man

you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker

on earth

Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after

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

was taken aback. For a moment,

expressionlessly, “Take your

Conrad, I know I don’t have the right to say something, but... what