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.

Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking

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

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

look at her at all, snorting. “You said

Mr.

her impatiently, “What

haven’t eaten since last night until now, so

his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her

looked

“My brother told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much

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

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take the soup

do to repay your favor. I won’t hold

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr.

and took a look at

curled her

fish soup from the insulation pail into a

with a hand, picked up the soup,

eyes. “How

the first time you cooked it. What’s so

it is... What if

her a glance.

was choked up

this wretched man

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

earth

keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back

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

For a moment,

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

have the right to say something, but...

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