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.

disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a

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

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

at her at all, snorting. “You said

was Mr.

impatiently, “What

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

arms on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her

gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to

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

think a bowl

Stella was speechless.

not want to take the soup but only

not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then. Please have a good rest, Mr.

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr.

and took a look at his room,

her

insulation pail

picked up the soup, and took

her eyes. “How do you

not the first time you

is... What if I improved

her a

was choked up by his

this wretched man wouldn’t

reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish

“What on earth do you want to tell

Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after

keep on drinking the soup. Putting down

taken aback. For a

“Take your stuff

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

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