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

in front of her was opened

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

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

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

her impatiently, “What on

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

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

his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand.

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

think a bowl of fish soup

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but

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

away before Clarence

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr.

at his room, and then turned around

her

room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr. Conrad, try

with a hand, picked up the soup,

widened her eyes. “How do you

time you cooked it.

is... What if I improved my cooking

her a glance.

was choked up

wretched man wouldn’t

carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher,

unhappily. “What on earth do you want to

it. Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after

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

aback. For a

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

I don’t have the right to say something,

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