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.

since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place

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

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

didn’t look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified,

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

her impatiently, “What

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

his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her

under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I

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

bowl of fish soup is

Stella was speechless.

to take the soup but only

what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up

turned away before Clarence

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

at his room,

her lips,

the insulation pail into a bowl and handed

with a hand, picked up the soup,

eyes. “How do

time you cooked

it is... What if I

her a glance. “Not

was choked up by his

knew this wretched man wouldn’t

you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish

earth do you want

Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish

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

aback. For a moment, she

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

to say something,

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