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...”

say something but hesitated. She answered,

hearing it. He let go of her. “I’ll deal with it and explain it to

him goodbye. Then she hailed a cab to

walk to that woman, who had a

and

was still in touch with his

was also a mess, just like him. They dated

mind it

she could tell it was Brandon’s ex-girlfriend wanting to come to the restaurant for dinner. To memorize their past love

a bit

accept to date him

accept that she would be treated as a

She felt offended.

vent her anger, Sherry bought a lot of barbecue skewers from a

Before knocking on Stella’s

beer, she had tummy

Sherry tried her

couldn’t utter any word because of the pain. Her mind was also in

taxi stopped in

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

I’m afraid not. You look bad. You’d better hurry

“I...”

helped her get off, escort her into the hospital, and handed her to a nurse before

and immediately put her on a drip. She said, “It’s so

her hand to refuse weakly. “I’m fine. Not that serious. I feel much better after the

didn't know how to

“How long will the drip take? I need

It’ll stop in

has been planned. It’s my own fault. Alas...” As she spoke, Sherry

nurse nodded. “Okay. Call me if you need

“Sure.”

was gone, Sherry leaned against the chair and heaved

the filming tomorrow were affected by her, she