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.

meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could find

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

you, Mr. Conrad.

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

someone was Mr. Conrad.

“What on earth do you

and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so

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

daggers 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

told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your help. Mr.

you think a bowl of fish soup is enough

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the soup

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

away before

“Stop.”

with a smile.

at his room, and then turned around

her lips, following

room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr. Conrad, try

with a hand, picked up the soup, and took

her eyes. “How do

time you cooked

course it is... What if I improved my cooking

her a

was choked up

knew this wretched

added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher,

“What on earth do you want to tell

Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish

drinking the soup. Putting down

For a moment, she lost

“Take your stuff

I don’t have the right to