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...”

looked back, seeing that he wanted to say something but hesitated. She answered, “No worries. I won’t tell

sigh of relief upon hearing it. He let go

him goodbye. Then she hailed a cab to

saw Brandon walk to that woman, who had

and

still in touch with

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

didn’t mind

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

went a bit

could accept to date him

accept that she would be treated

She felt offended.

vent her anger, Sherry bought a lot of

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

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

tried her best to

Sherry couldn’t utter any word because of the pain. Her mind was also in a mess. She answered, “Whatever.

the taxi stopped in front of

on her forehead. She said with a pale face, “Mister,

“Miss, I’m afraid not. You look

“I...”

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

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 accompany

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

know how

long will the drip take? I

answered, “Probably four to five hours. It’ll stop in the early

spoke, Sherry regretted it a lot. “Thank you so much.

Call me if

“Sure.”

the nurse was gone, Sherry leaned against the chair and

filming tomorrow were affected by her, she