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.

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

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

Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and

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

was Mr. Conrad. Well,

impatiently, “What on earth do you

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

on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly.

She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t

that he has

think a bowl of fish

Stella was speechless.

that he might not want to take the

about what else I can do to repay

before Clarence

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr.

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

her lips, following

from the insulation pail into

a hand, picked up the soup, and took

her eyes. “How do you like

you cooked it.

if I improved my cooking

her a glance. “Not

up by his

wretched man wouldn’t talk

cordata in it.

on earth

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

on drinking the soup. Putting down

was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

“Take your stuff

the right to say something,

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