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.

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

in front of her was

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

snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and

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

interrupted her impatiently, “What on

raised the insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately deliver this to you,

door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to

at her, and Stella 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

has gone

bowl of

Stella was speechless.

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

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

before Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a

look at his room,

curled her

the insulation pail

picked up the soup, and

eyes. “How do you

the first time you cooked it. What’s so

What if I improved my cooking

her a

up by his

wretched man wouldn’t talk

“If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in

frowned unhappily. “What on earth

I’ll get my insulation pail back after you

he didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella, don’t do anything

aback. For a moment,

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

don’t have the right to say

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