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.

want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where

the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly.

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

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

didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on thinking

impatiently, “What on earth do

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

leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly.

Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away

that he has

do you think a bowl

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take

about what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then.

away before Clarence

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr.

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

her lips,

fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to

over with a hand, picked up

widened her eyes. “How do you

not the first time you cooked it. What’s so

What if

cast her a

choked up by his

this wretched man wouldn’t talk

“If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you

on. I’ll get my insulation pail

drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said

was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

to say something, but... what if you have

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