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...”

but hesitated. She answered, “No worries. I won’t tell your parents about

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

Then she hailed a

Brandon walk to that woman, who had a complacent smile

exhaled and withdrew

knew Brandon was still

was also a mess, just like him. They dated to please their

didn’t mind it at

come to the restaurant for dinner. To memorize their

went a bit

could accept to date him to get

she couldn’t accept that she

She felt offended.

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

share the 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

order not to delay the filming the following day, Sherry tried her best to get up and

word because of the pain. Her mind was also in a mess.

the taxi stopped in front

raised her head and checked on the entrance, more sweat oozing on her forehead. She said with a pale face, “Mister, can you drive me

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

“I...”

Sherry finished her words, the driver helped her get off, escort her

on a drip. She said, “It’s so late now. Why

fine. Not that

didn't know

long will the drip take? I need to work

in the early morning. Miss, you

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

me if you need

“Sure.”

leaned

the filming tomorrow were affected by her,