Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

At that moment, more angry-looking security guards gathered around. With electric batons in their hands, one of them yelled, “Hey! You over there! Stop playing deaf! Let go of her, this is your final warning!”

Seeing the raging guards rapidly approaching him, Chassell frowned, and in the split second that he was distracted, Winnie broke free of his grasp and got away from him.

Chassell wanted to pounce forward to grab his newly escaped prey. However, the guards were not very happy about it as they seized him and snapped, “It’s you! You've been sneaking around here for days, haven't you? What little scheme are you planning? Scram, scumbag!”

Chassell’s face was dark enough to give the gloomy day a run for its money. He snarled, “Do you know who I am?”

“Fuck if I care! Scums like you disgust me to the core. You think that the world is spinning around you just because you've got a few more pennies in your pocket! You’re just a beast dressed in fancy suits!”

“How dare…”

“Shut up you prick! Do us a favor and get the fuck outta here before we call the police!”

Chassell was outnumbered and being someone that he was, being detained by the police was the last thing that he wanted. He fixed his collar, let out a cold ‘hmph’, and said to Winnie, “This ain’t over yet, I’ll get you back one day.”

One of the guards raised his electric baton and swung at him. “Yeah, yeah, keep talking and the last thing you see will be my baton smashing your head!”

Chassell shot them a menacing glare before slipping into the car and left.

After he left, the guards chatted among themselves before turning to Winnie and asked, “Are you alright, miss?”

She shook her head and replied, “I’m alright, thank you.”

An older guard holstered his baton back and said, “No need to thank us, miss. Your boyfriend had briefed us beforehand. Occasionally, he would also bring us some snacks and such, so we’re very much in his debt.”

“Exactly. You don’t have to worry about that prick as long as we’re here. He won’t be able to step foot into this area!”

Winnie was numb in place as she was trying her best to comprehend what the older guard just said before responding, confused, “My…boyfriend?”

A guard replied, “Yeah. Last month, your boyfriend beat the ever-living hell out of him and made him run away like a rat, haha!”

“Exactly, he had asked us to keep an eye out for that scumbag so that he won’t harass you anymore. He sometimes brings us cigarettes, drinks, and some food, which we are very grateful for. Didn't he tell you about this?”

Bewildered, Winnie struggled to find her words, “He…never told me about it.”

guard could not help but give her a thumbs up, “That’s a nice lad you have there, miss. Nowadays, it’s getting harder and harder to find such a man like him, so you better cherish him with all your heart! Also, quit your

make my blood boil. All they’re good at is bullying young ladies who have just stepped into the society. What goes around comes around, though, so hopefully,

smile on her face, Winnie replied,

the mood to go shopping anymore as she turned around and

their posts. They discussed among each other before deciding to give

could not chase away her trauma from having to deal with him. It would be better for her boyfriend to accompany

off her mask, went to the fridge and took out a bottle of cold water. She chugged a few cups of cold water down before her heart could stop beating

room, she saw some shirts scattered around on the

and saw through the doorbell camera

for any injuries. After determining that she was all fine and dandy, he said with a

and replied, “He’s already gone,

just as he was about to leave, Winnie grabbed him and asked, “Since you’re already here, why don’t you come help me tidy up my clothes? I need help moving the boxes. They’re way too heavy for me to handle

stood in place, not knowing what to

me a question and then just leave, right? It'll be wrong of me if I don’t at least treat you to a meal. But the clothes ain't gonna pack themselves, so come on! We’ll eat after we finish

Channing was still planted onto the ground, she dragged him inside the house. On their way to the closet,

were several sizable boxes littered around

boxes to the living room. I’m

with mountains of clothes, Channing could not help

relatively small, as I am an actress, too. Haven’t you seen how large your sister’s closet is? Women would cry if

Channing was rendered speechless.

rented doesn’t

That’s because Mr. Conrad bought

started moving boxes

from the closet and put them in an empty box at the side before clapping

all sorts of weird and wonderful stuff was then tidied up and half-empty again, which was a sight for Winnie’s sore

last box, Channing asked, “Is

do you wanna eat? I’ll order

“I’m fine with anything.”

took out her phone, she replied, “Alright, then. I’ll order whatever

liked to eat, so she ended

got a bottle of water from the fridge