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.

I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could

words, the locked door in front of her was opened

goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for

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

someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if

“What on

and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t

the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to let her

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 for helping my

that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for

do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay this

Stella was speechless.

not want to take the soup but only

Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your favor.

away before

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr.

his head and took a look at his room, and

her lips,

the fish soup from the insulation pail

it over with a hand, picked up the soup, and took s

eyes. “How do

first time you cooked

course it is... What if

cast her a

choked up by

knew this wretched man

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

“What on earth do you want

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

didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he

For a moment, she

“Take

have the right to say something, but...

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