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.

I’m taking off. I’ll go

words, the locked door 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

snorting. “You said I’m

was Mr. Conrad. Well, if

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on

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

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

sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked

me that he has gone back

you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay

Stella was speechless.

want to

me think about what else I can do to repay your

away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr.

look at his room, and then turned around and walked

her

the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and

it over with a hand, picked

her eyes. “How do

the first time you cooked it.

course it is... What if

a glance. “Not at

choked up by

wretched man wouldn’t talk

was reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish

on earth do

I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish

the soup. Putting down

For a moment,

“Take

the right to say something, but... what

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