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...”

to say something but hesitated. She

a sigh of relief upon hearing it. He let go of her. “I’ll deal with

him goodbye. Then she

that woman, who had a complacent

and withdrew

knew Brandon was still in touch with

also a mess, just like

mind it

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

a bit

accept to date him

accept that she would

She felt offended.

home, to vent her anger, Sherry bought a

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

had

tried her

driver asked her which hospital, Sherry couldn’t utter any word because of the pain. Her mind was also in a mess. She answered,

the taxi stopped in front

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

driver answered, “Miss, I’m afraid not. You look bad.

“I...”

escort her into the

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

“I’m fine. Not that serious. I feel much better after the

nurse didn't know

added, “How long will the drip take? I need to

It’ll stop in the early morning. Miss, you should ask for a day

work has been planned. It’s my own fault. Alas...” As she spoke, Sherry regretted it a lot. “Thank you so much. I can be

“Okay. Call me

“Sure.”

Sherry leaned against the chair

affected by her, she would