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.

meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to

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

the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded

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

Mr. Conrad.

her impatiently, “What on earth do you

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

leaning against the door and looking at her

of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad,

Clarence remained silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has

you’ve known it, do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay

Stella was speechless.

might not want to take the soup but

think about what else I can do to repay your

turned away before

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

and took a look at his room, and then turned around and

curled her

Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail

hand, picked up

her eyes. “How do you like

not the first time you cooked it. What’s

it is... What if I improved my

cast her a glance. “Not

was choked up by

knew this wretched man wouldn’t talk

cordata in it. The fish

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you

I’ll get my insulation pail back after you

down

was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

said expressionlessly, “Take

right to say something, but...

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