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.

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

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

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

say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well,

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do

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

his chest, leaning against the door and looking at

gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you for

silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for

think a bowl

Stella was speechless.

not want to

Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your favor. I

away before Clarence

“Stop.”

looked back with a

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

her lips, following

the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr. Conrad, try

with a hand, picked up

“How

you

if I improved my

a glance. “Not at

was choked up

this wretched man wouldn’t talk

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

“What on earth

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

keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently,

a

said expressionlessly, “Take

right to say