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.

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

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

to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not

said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying

Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on thinking

interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do

pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately deliver this

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

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

he has gone back to

a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay this

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but only made an

“I 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

away before Clarence

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr.

head and took a look at his room, and

curled her

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

with a hand, picked up the soup,

her eyes. “How

you cooked it. What’s

it is... What if I

cast her a glance. “Not at

was choked up by

this wretched man

added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher,

“What on earth do you

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

soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently,

was taken aback. For a

“Take your stuff and

to say something, but...