Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Chapter 85: Don’t Do Anything Meaningless

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.

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

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

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

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

that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on

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

looking at her expressionlessly.

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

me that he has gone back to university now.

think a bowl of fish

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the soup but only

do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then. Please have a

before Clarence

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

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

her lips,

the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail

over with a hand, picked

“How do you

time you cooked it. What’s

it is... What if

her a glance. “Not

was choked up by

this wretched man wouldn’t talk

houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher, isn't

unhappily. “What on earth do you want to

Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after

down

aback. For a moment, she

said expressionlessly, “Take

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

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