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.

a few minutes, Stella said in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody

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

to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so

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

was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on

impatiently, “What on earth do you

and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten

against the door and looking

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

has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your

known it, do you think a bowl

Stella was speechless.

not want to take the soup but only made an

withdrew the soup. “I see. Mr. Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

look at his room, and then

her lips,

entering the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail

a hand, picked up the soup, and

“How do you

time you

it is... What if I

her a glance. “Not at

choked up by his

knew this wretched man wouldn’t

there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher,

earth do you want to tell

get my insulation

down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella, don’t

a moment, she lost her

“Take

the right to say something, but... what

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