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 place where nobody could find me, so you wouldn’t

locked door in front of her was

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

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

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

impatiently, “What on earth

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

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

a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad,

“My brother told me that he has gone back to

do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take the soup but only made

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

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

at his room, and then turned around and walked

her lips, following

poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr.

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

widened her eyes. “How

first time you cooked

course it is... What if I improved my cooking

a glance. “Not at

choked up

this wretched man

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

frowned unhappily. “What on earth

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

on drinking the soup. Putting down the

was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

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