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.

since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go

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

to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not

look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m

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

interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do

you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately deliver this to

chest, leaning against the door and looking at her

stared daggers at her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t

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

think a bowl of fish soup is

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the soup but only made an

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

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a smile.

a look at his

her

the insulation pail into a bowl

picked up the soup, and took s

widened her eyes. “How

first time you cooked it. What’s so

What if I

a glance. “Not

was choked up

wretched

it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The

earth

on. I’ll get my insulation pail back

on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently,

taken aback. For a moment, she

“Take your

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

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