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.

don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could find me,

door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly.

to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not getting even with

said I’m dignified,

someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on

impatiently, “What

insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since

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

a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad,

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

you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take the soup

the soup. “I see. Mr. Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold

turned away before Clarence

“Stop.”

with a smile.

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

curled her lips,

room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it

a hand, picked up the soup, and

eyes. “How do you like

the first time you cooked

What if I improved my cooking

cast her a glance. “Not

up

wretched man wouldn’t talk

“If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do

keep on. I’ll get my

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

aback. For a moment, she lost

expressionlessly, “Take your

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