Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Emmett walked Stella to her room door and gave her the room card. “Stella, I’m staying opposite your room. I’ll come to find you if it’s time to go downstairs.”

Stella smiled and nodded in agreement. “Okay. Thanks.”

After entering her room, Stella put down her suitcase, washed her face in the bathroom, and walked to the balcony to enjoy the breeze.

Her room was facing the artificial lake. From afar, the lake looked prettier. Under the sunshine, it looked as if there were countless small diamonds on its surface, dazzling.

Stella shook her head to get those messy thoughts out of her mind.

Under the bright sunlight, she stretched, feeling quite cozy. When she turned around, she found a man standing on the balcony next door.

Stella gaped.

Her stretch was stopped halfway and her hands were in the mid-air. She stiffed.

However, Clarence seemed not to see her at all. He looked ahead expressionlessly.

Stella slowly put down her hands. Her lips parted as if she was wondering if she should greet him.

For such a matter that happened with an extremely small possibility, Stella didn’t think it was a coincidence.

It happened as if someone had done it so deliberately.

She couldn’t help but wonder what the wretched man doing again.

He couldn’t stop it, could he?

Stella walked up to him. “Mr. Conrad...”

“By the way, Mr. Conrad, these are the annual financial statement of this retort and the development plan next year. We want to build a water amusement park next to the artificial lake, increasing more facilities,” a man reported to Clarence.

Stella gaped at the scene.

Right then, the man also seemed to have seen her. He turned around and asked politely, “Excuse me, Ma’am. I’m the manager of this hotel. What can I do for you?”

“Oh, no. Thanks. Sorry for interrupting you.”

immediately ran back to her room,

that she hadn’t finished her words

would ironically mock her for

On the balcony.

through the financial statement in front of

Conrad, what do

he spoke, Clarence glanced at the empty balcony next door. Then he looked

suggestion. After a short period of surprise, he reacted quickly and answered, “Yes, Mr. Conrad. I’ll ask

sleeves and walked back to

and walked in. “Mr. Conrad, I’ve found the detailed

the sofa, his slender fingers knocking at his knees. “Go

which are not mandatory. At seven o’clock, they’ll hold the annual party in the

asked, “Have

nodded. “Mr. Conrad, please rest assured. I’ve already informed all different

brows and turned to look out of the window,

...

until she had soaked her face into the cold water. She wondered probably

aimed to take a walk downstairs, taking some fresh

meet the hotel

recognized her, slightly nodding

pressed her lips into a smile. Leaning against

a moment, she asked, “Excuse me, Sir. Is your hotel run by Conrad

it, the manager turned to her and answered, “Yes, it

had happened on the balcony. With uncertainty, he asked,

a hollow laugh. “I’ve

weird for her to know Mr. Conrad. He stopped asking more and change the subject at random, “Besides the hotel, the whole resort is run by Conrad

she asked, “When did he arrive

“Last night.”

Conrad had never been here

the midnight last night when Mr. Conrad arrived, all employees

was fine. Mr.

arrived the previous night, the last doubt in her

had encountered him on such a