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.

you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go

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

“I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not getting even with me all the

look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering,

that someone was Mr. Conrad.

interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do

“I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately deliver this to

his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t

stared daggers at her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly.

Stella added, “My brother told me that he has

do you think a bowl

Stella was speechless.

want to take the

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

away before Clarence

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr.

his head and took a look at

curled her lips,

from the insulation pail into a bowl and

it over with a hand, picked up

widened her eyes. “How do you like

first time you cooked it. What’s so

is... What if I improved my

a glance. “Not

choked up

this wretched man wouldn’t talk

cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you

get my insulation pail back after you

Putting down the bowel, he said

aback. For a

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

Conrad, I know I don’t have the right to say

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