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 find me, so you wouldn’t be

locked door in front of her

depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so

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

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

her impatiently, “What on

heard you haven’t

his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to let her

daggers 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

silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone

it, do you think a bowl of fish

Stella was speechless.

to take the

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

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

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

her

fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr.

took it over with a hand, picked

“How do

first time you

if I improved my cooking

a glance. “Not at

up by his

wretched man wouldn’t talk

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

frowned unhappily. “What on earth

on. I’ll get my

Putting down the bowel, he

For a moment,

said expressionlessly, “Take

Conrad, I know I don’t have the right to say something, but... what

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