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.

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

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

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

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

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

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do

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

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

her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please

brother told me that he has

bowl of fish

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.

away before

“Stop.”

back with a smile.

his head and took a look at

curled her lips, following

poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a

a hand, picked up the soup, and

eyes. “How

first time you cooked

is... What if I

cast her a glance. “Not at

choked up by

wretched

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

earth do you want

it. Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after

keep on drinking the soup. Putting down

was taken aback. For a moment, she

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

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