Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

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.

Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could

door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked

looked quite depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank

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

I didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if

interrupted her impatiently, “What

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

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

looked away

Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank

you think a bowl of fish soup

Stella was speechless.

want to

I can do

turned away before Clarence

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

titled his head and took a look at his room, and then

her lips,

poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence.

picked up the

her eyes. “How do you

not the first time you cooked it.

is... What if I improved my cooking

her a

was choked up by his

knew this wretched man wouldn’t talk

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

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you want to tell

Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my

Putting down the bowel, he

a moment, she

“Take your stuff and

I know I don’t have the right to say something, but... what if you