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

the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly. “Are you

quite depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded

said I’m dignified, domineering, and

say that someone was Mr.

“What

him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until

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

Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly.

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

it, do you think a bowl of fish soup

Stella was speechless.

knew that he might not want to

think about what else I can do to

turned away before

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr.

head and took a look at

her

the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail

with a hand, picked up the soup,

her eyes. “How do

not the first time you cooked

What if

cast her a glance.

choked up

this wretched man wouldn’t talk

“If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata

earth do you

get my insulation

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

aback. For a moment, she

said expressionlessly, “Take

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

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