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...”

seeing that he wanted to say something but hesitated. She

hearing it. He let go of her.

waved him goodbye. Then she hailed a

Brandon walk to that woman,

and

still in touch

was also a mess, just like him. They

didn’t mind it

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

a bit

him to get to know him

she couldn’t accept that she would be treated as

She felt offended.

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

with Stella. Before knocking on Stella’s door, she recalled

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

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

pain. Her mind was also in a mess. She

after, the taxi stopped

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

You look bad. You’d better hurry up

“I...”

finished her words, the driver helped her get off, escort her into the hospital, and handed her to

nurse asked Sherry about her symptoms and immediately put her on a drip. She said, “It’s so late now. Why don’t you call your family over to

hand to refuse weakly. “I’m fine. Not that serious.

didn't know

drip take? I

stop in the early morning. Miss, you should ask for a

my own fault. Alas...” As she spoke,

Call me

“Sure.”

was gone, Sherry leaned

were affected by her, she would