Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

As soon as she spoke, a weird silence blanketed the table.

Brandon looked annoyed, and his face stiffened.

The woman cast a glance at Sherry in provocation and turned away.

After she was gone, Brandon said, “Sherry...”

Sherry smiled. “Your friend?”

Brandon picked up his water and took a sip to ease his nervousness and embarrassment.

He explained, “I can explain. I delivered something to her house yesterday and unintentionally left my pen there. Nothing happened between us.”

Sherry picked up her chopsticks and said, “It’s alright. I understand. Go on eating.”

Brandon’s lips parted. He still wanted to speak but noticed that Sherry didn’t have any interest in listening to him. Hence, he kept silent.

They didn’t talk during dinner.

After dinner, Brandon's phone rang as soon as they walked out of the restaurant.

He checked the caller ID, frowning deeply. Then he pressed the phone into his pocket.

He said, “Sherry, let me drive you home.”

As soon as he finished his words, the woman showed up not far away from them. She was holding her phone to make a call.

Brandon’s phone kept vibrating.

Sherry took a look at the woman. “It seems you're still quite busy. I won’t hold you up for long. Bye.”

“Sherry.”

Brandon grabbed her arm after Sherry took a step.

He said, “I’m sorry for what happened today. I...”

something but hesitated. She answered, “No worries. I won’t

go of

waved him goodbye. Then she hailed a cab

car, she saw Brandon walk to that woman, who had

and withdrew her

knew Brandon was still in touch with his

mess, just

mind

to come to the restaurant for dinner. To memorize their past love or make up for his regret, he

went a bit

date him to get to know him

that she would be treated as a

She felt offended.

a lot of barbecue skewers

food and beers with Stella. Before knocking on Stella’s door, she recalled Clarence’s ice-berg face, so

the beer, she had tummy trouble. At midnight, she suffered

following day, Sherry tried her best to get up and hailed a

of the pain. Her mind was

taxi stopped in front

entrance, more sweat oozing on her forehead. She said with

I’m afraid not. You look

“I...”

her get off, escort her into the hospital, and

and immediately put her on a drip. She said, “It’s so late now. Why don’t

Not that serious. I feel much better after

didn't know how to

long will the drip take? I need to

five hours. It’ll stop in

my own fault. Alas...” As she spoke, Sherry regretted it a lot. “Thank you so much. I can be

nodded. “Okay. Call me if you

“Sure.”

was gone, Sherry leaned against the chair and heaved

by her, she would