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...”

hesitated. She

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

goodbye. Then she hailed

saw Brandon walk to that woman, who

exhaled and withdrew

was still in touch with

mess, just like him. They dated to please their

she didn’t mind it at

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

a

date him to get

she would be treated

She felt offended.

her anger, Sherry bought a

knocking on Stella’s door, she recalled Clarence’s ice-berg face,

after eating them all and drinking the beer, she had tummy trouble. At

tried her best to get up and

Sherry couldn’t utter any word because of the pain. Her

taxi stopped in front of a

entrance, more sweat oozing on her forehead. She said with a pale face, “Mister,

“Miss, I’m afraid not. You look bad. You’d better hurry up and go

“I...”

get off, escort her into the hospital, and

her on a drip. She said, “It’s so late now. Why don’t you call your

“I’m fine. Not that serious. I

know

“How long will the drip take? I need

stop in the

As she spoke, Sherry regretted it a lot. “Thank

nurse nodded. “Okay. Call me if you

“Sure.”

leaned

filming tomorrow were affected by her, she would beat