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.

to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody

in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly. “Are

the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not

at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last night. Now

Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on thinking

her impatiently, “What

in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night

the door and looking at

felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you for helping my

that Clarence remained silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back

a bowl of fish

Stella was speechless.

that he might not want to take the soup but only made

the soup. “I 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

away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

a look at his room, and then turned around

curled her lips,

soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and

it over with a hand, picked up the soup,

eyes. “How do you

time you cooked it. What’s so

it is... What if I improved

her a glance. “Not at

was choked up by

knew this wretched man wouldn’t talk

there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish

frowned unhappily. “What on earth

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

soup. Putting down the bowel,

was taken aback. For a moment,

“Take

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