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. I’ll go to a

words, the locked door in front of her was opened

quite depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you

didn’t look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last night. Now

didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad.

her impatiently, “What on earth do

raised the insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately

leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have

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

me that he has gone back to university

you think a bowl of fish soup is enough

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take the soup but only

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 rest, Mr.

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a

and took a look at his room, and then

curled her lips,

the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr. Conrad, try

picked up the soup, and took s

eyes. “How

time you

it is... What if I improved my cooking

cast her a glance. “Not at

was choked up

wretched

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

“What on earth do

Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get

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

For a moment, she lost

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

know I don’t have the right to say something, but...