Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Chapter 85: Don’t Do Anything Meaningless

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.

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

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

say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and

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

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

her impatiently, “What

you haven’t eaten since last night until

on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to let her

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

brother told me that he has gone back to

known it, do you think a bowl of fish soup is

Stella was speechless.

not want to take the soup but only made

can do

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

took a look at

curled her lips, following

fish soup from the insulation pail

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

widened her eyes. “How

time you cooked

if I improved my cooking

a

was choked up by

wretched man wouldn’t

added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it.

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you want to tell

I’ll get my insulation pail

the soup. Putting down the bowel,

taken aback. For a moment,

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

right to say something, but... what if you have

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