Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

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.

to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could find me, so you

door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence

the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded

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

someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist

impatiently, “What on earth do you

hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten

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

felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you

that Clarence remained silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your

do you think a bowl of fish soup is

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take the soup

what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t

before

“Stop.”

with a

head and took a look at his room, and then turned

her lips, following

from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed

took it over with a hand, picked

her eyes. “How do

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

it is... What if I

a glance.

choked up by his

knew this wretched man

She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher,

on earth do you want to

on. I’ll get

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

taken aback. For a moment, she

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

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