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.

want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where

she finished her words, the locked door in front of her was

to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being

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

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

interrupted her impatiently, “What

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

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

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

me that he has gone back to university

you’ve known it, do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup but

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

away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr.

a look at his room, and then turned around

curled her lips,

pail into a bowl and handed it

a hand, picked

“How do you

first time you cooked it. What’s so

if

cast her a glance.

up by

this wretched man wouldn’t

cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher, isn't

frowned unhappily. “What on earth

on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish

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

was taken aback. For a

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

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