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 off. I’ll go

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

Conrad. Thank you for

said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last night.

say that someone was Mr.

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on

haven’t eaten since last night until now,

his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t

looked away

he has gone back to university now. Thank

it, do you think a bowl of fish

Stella was speechless.

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

not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so

away before

“Stop.”

a

head and took a look at his

curled her lips,

from the insulation pail into a bowl

a hand, picked

widened her eyes. “How

time you cooked it. What’s so

is... What if I improved

her a glance.

up

this wretched man

reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher, isn't

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you want

on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after

Putting down the bowel, he

was taken aback. For a moment,

expressionlessly, “Take your

to say something, but... what if

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