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.

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

words, the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked

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

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

someone was Mr.

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth

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

looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to let her

Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away

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

it, do you think a bowl

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the soup but only made an

can do to repay your

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

and took a look at his room, and then turned

her lips, following

fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl

took it over with a hand, picked up the soup, and

eyes. “How do you like

first time you cooked it. What’s

it is... What if

her a glance.

up by his

knew this wretched

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

earth do you want to

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

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

taken aback. For a moment,

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

I know I don’t have the right to say something, but... what if you have some