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.

I’m taking

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

looked quite depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not getting even with me all

look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified,

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

impatiently, “What on earth do

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

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

stared 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

that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so

known it, do you think a bowl of fish

Stella was speechless.

want to

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

turned away before Clarence

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

and took a look at his

curled her lips, following

pail into a bowl and handed

over with a hand, picked up the soup, and took s

her eyes. “How do you like

not the first time you cooked

it is... What if I improved my

cast her a glance. “Not at

was choked up

knew this wretched

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

unhappily. “What on earth do you want to tell

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

Putting down

aback. For a moment, she lost

“Take your

to say something, but... what if you