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.

minutes, Stella said in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go

the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly. “Are you

goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you

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

someone was Mr. Conrad. Well,

“What on earth do you

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

against the door and looking at her expressionlessly.

gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t

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

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

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but

withdrew the soup. “I see. Mr. Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

and took a look at his room, and

curled her lips,

fish soup from the insulation pail into

it over with a hand, picked

“How do

first time you

course it is... What if I improved my

her a glance. “Not

was choked up by

knew this wretched

was reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher, isn't

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you

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

down the bowel, he said indifferently,

was taken aback. For a moment,

“Take your stuff

Conrad, I know I don’t have the right to say