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.

since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place

front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at

to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not getting even with

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

that someone was Mr. Conrad.

“What

insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now,

the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to

a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away

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

you’ve known it, do you think a bowl of

Stella was speechless.

he might not want to take the soup but only made

can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so

turned away before

“Stop.”

back with a

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

her lips, following

pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr. Conrad, try it,

picked

widened her eyes. “How do

the first time you cooked

course it is... What if I improved

cast her a glance.

was choked up by his

this wretched man wouldn’t talk

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

“What on earth do

on. I’ll get

soup. Putting down the bowel, he

For a moment, she lost her

said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

know I don’t have the right to

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