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.

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

front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly. “Are you

Mr. Conrad. Thank you for

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

say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth

haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I

door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any

at her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand.

me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for

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

Stella was speechless.

not want to take the soup but

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 you up for so long then. Please have a good

before Clarence

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

his head and took a look at

her lips, following

the fish soup from the insulation pail into

hand, picked up the soup, and

her eyes. “How do

first time you cooked it. What’s so

What if I improved

a glance. “Not at

was choked up by

this wretched man wouldn’t

cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and

“What on earth do

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

didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said

taken aback. For a

expressionlessly, “Take your

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